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.