A part-time songwriter’s song

(Dedicated to the family and friends)

 

I’m small time and I’m part time

and I write songs with short lines

‘cause life is short, and I think nothing should be left unsaid.

Memories float like little clouds above my head.

I’m small time, I’m part time

I write some songs, and they’re part mine

and part yours, ‘cause I wouldn’t be here without you.

I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be - 

north of the canal in this old house

and I think I’ve learned how not to try too hard.

Old times and good times

Gin-and-tonic-and-lime times

memories floating like little clouds above my head

Summer evenings out in Cape May Point

family and friends filling up the joint

someone does the cooking someone does the washing 

and we all do the laughing

The sun goes down, the lights come on

the lights come on, the talk goes on

and the love is so strong

you couldn’t cut it with a knife 

So grateful for memories like this in my life,

I’m so grateful for these memories in my life.

I’m small time, I’m part time

I write some songs, and they’re part mine

and part yours, ‘cause I couldn’t be here without you.

I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be,

north of the canal in this old house

and I think I’ve learned how not to try too hard -

I hope I’ve learned how not to try too hard.