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2013 Joel Smoker

The Human Condition is the fifth full length album from Joel Smoker. With this release Joel has enlisted the veteran musician and producer Ian Simpson who was a member of the Slim Dusty Travelling Band for many years. Musicians who contributed to this recording include Ian Simpson (guitar, dobro, banjo and baritone guitar), Dave Clarke (fiddle, mandolin and harmonica), John Mc Nair (bass guitar) and Brendan Leggo on drums. Ian and Brendan provide backing vocals.

On his first album, Out on Highway One, Joel’s explored the themes of leaving home and discovering the big wide world. The second album, Outback, goes back to Joel's roots, telling stories of the people of rural Australia where he was born and raised. The Flesh and the Spirit explores internal issues such as the search for love and meaning. The Smile album looks at the passage of time and how it affects us all. With The Human Condition Joel takes on the role of the jester and holds a mirror up to our lives with songs that reflect who we are.

Beginning with the title song, 'The Human Condition', we look at the little foibles that make us human. 'I’m So Busy' captures the essence of our busy lives and how we communicate with each other. 'Calling On the Tom Tom' is a talking blues song that examines how the mobile phone has become such an integral part of our daily lives. 'She’s Gone' is a country blues song about a theme central to most blues songs: the story of a man who has lost his woman. The question is, what is he going to do about it? 'The Queen of the Desert' is a storytelling song about a beautiful girl who grew up in the outback. 'Luddites of the World Unite' is a call to arms for all people who don’t want their lives to be dominated by information technology. 'Hannah and Daniel' is a wedding song that Joel wrote for his niece and her prospective husband. 'Jivin’ at the Juju Bar' is a rollicking piece about jivin’ at the Juju Bar except that there’s a twist to the tale. 'Lonesome Cowboy' is for all those lonesome folk out there. 'Girls in Four Wheel Drives' is a tongue in cheek look at girls in all their diversity but it is also about how we stereotype people. 'Mrs Curly Goes Shopping' is another storytelling song about another outback woman, this time from Meekathara. 'There Are Not Enough Hours in the Day' is an expose of the pressures of modern life and how we should cope with them. 'Jennae' is a bitter sweet love song that charts what can happen when there is no commitment to the future. 'Plain Old Me' runs through a range of options that the singer could be, before he finally settles on who he is.

The album was recorded, mixed and mastered by Pete Grandison and at Shanghai Twang Studios in Kardinya, Western Australia.

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Credits

CD cover design - Jeff Alcroft
CD photography - Leon Bird
Jester hat design and construction - Alexis Smoker

Ian Simpson - producer, harmony vocals, guitar and banjo
Dave Clarke - fiddle, mandolin and harp
Fred Kuhnl - bass
Brendan Leggo - percussion
Joel Smoker - guitar and vocals
Peter Grandison - engineer

Track Listing

The Human Condition
I’m So Busy
Calling on the Tom Tom
She’s Gone
The Queen of the Desert
Luddites of the World Unite
Hannah and Daniel
Jivin’ at the Juju Bar
Lonesome Cowboy
Girls in Four Wheel Drives
Mrs Curly Goes Shopping
There are Not Enough Hours in the Day
Jennae
Plain Old Me

Lyrics

CALLING ON THE TOM TOM

Lyrics and music by Joel Smoker

V1
I bought me a Tom Tom, I want to be like all the rest.
I want to learn how to use it; I want to be the best.
You press down on the menu; press down on the bar,
Press down on this button here, you can call up near and far.

V2
I went rowing on the river; I went rowing all day long.
I went rowing in the blazing sun; I knew I was doing wrong
I got on my Tom Tom and I called up my friend,
Said “Come and pick me up man, I ain’t rowing back a-gain.'

CH
I was calling on the Tom Tom, calling on the Tom Tom,
Calling on the Tom Tom, come and pick me up.

V3
I went to see my graphics man and I knocked upon his door,
But there wasn’t any answer, couldn’t get what I came for.
I got out my Tom Tom and I had me a win.
Said, “I’m at your front door man, come and let me in.”

CH
I was calling on the Tom Tom, calling on the Tom Tom,
Calling on the Tom Tom, come and let me in.

V4
I was burning the midnight oil, I was working way too late,
Working on a Friday night, you’d think I had no mate.
I called up my wife and she pursed her lips,
She said “I’m not doing the cooking; you better call for fish and chips.'

CH
I was calling on the Tom Tom, calling on the Tom Tom,
Calling on the Tom Tom, barra-mundi and chips.

V5
Every-body’s very busy. It’s so hard to find a friend.
Someone you can talk to, who’ll be there in the end.
Did you get my mobile number? Was it you who placed the call?
Were you the one who cared? Or is there no one there at all?

CH
Calling on the Tom Tom, calling on the Tom Tom,
Calling on the Tom Tom, Is there no one there at all?

V4
To get in touch with God, you don’t need no mobile phone,
‘Cause God is always on the line, just like phoning home.
You’ll find God in that secret place, way down deep in-side,
Where all the truths are told and you cannot hide.

CH
You don’t need a Tom Tom, you don’t need a Tom Tom,
You don’t need a Tom Tom, to get in touch with God.

CH
You don’t need a Tom Tom, you don’t need a Tom Tom,
You don’t need a Tom Tom, you‘ll find God deep in-side.

GIRLS IN FOUR WHEEL DRIVES

Lyrics and music by Joel Smoker

V1
Some girls like to drive a Camry car.
They’re the kind of girls who won’t go very far.
They’re made of sugar and spice and all things nice.
Those girls who like to drive a Camry car.

V2
And there’s girls that like to drive a Kombi van.
They go jingle jangle all across the land.
They’re bound to have some kids, out there on the skids.
Those girls who like to drive a Kombi van.

CH
But Girls in Four Wheel Drives turn me on.
I just want to listen to their song.
They’ve got four on the floor and there’s so much more.
Girls in Four Wheel Drives turn me on.

V3
I knew a girl who drove a Morris Major.
She probably drives Volvo now I’d wager.
She used to drive me crazy but my memory’s getting hazy.
‘Bout that girl who used to drive a Morris Major.

V4
I’m very partial to a Ford Cou-pe.
I saw one just the other day.
The lady’s hair blew free and her smile said you and me.
I’m very partial to a Ford Cou-pe.

CH
Girls in Four Wheel Drives turn me on.
I just want to listen to their song.
They’ve got four on the floor and there’s so much more.
Girls in Four Wheel Drives turn me on.

V5
The world is full of many different girls
Some have straight hair; some have fuzzy curls.
They’re bound to draw the heat, when they’re in the driver’s seat.
The world is full of many different girls.

V6
But me I’m drawn to the rugged type
With their mountain boots they don’t take any hype.
They make it very plain that there’s always pain with gain.
Me I’m drawn to the rugged type.

CH
Girls in Four Wheel Drives turn me on.
I just want to listen to their song.
They’ve got four on the floor and there’s so much more.
Girls in Four Wheel Drives turn me on.
They get my motor running and my diesel humming.
Girls in Four Wheel Drives turn me on.
Girls in Four Wheel Drives turn me on.

HANNAH AND DANIEL

Lyrics and music by Joel Smoker

V1
At a time of great un-certainty when nothing seems sure.
There’s trouble on the streets and worse behind closed door.
Everything is changing and we don’t know who to trust.
Things we thought were solid have all turned to dust.

CH
What kind of world are we passing on to the young?
Can they still dream their dreams or have their songs all been sung?
Can they keep their hopes a-live and hold back all the fears?
And find the love that lasts through all the years.

V2
Hannah I re-member when you were very young
Your life was un-certain and you’d only just be-gun
But love was on your side and you grew up strong and sweet
And now you take your stand with the world at your feet.

CH
The same world that we are passing on to you.
You can still dream your dreams and sing songs that are new.
So keep your hopes a-live and hold back all the fears,
And find the love that lasts through all the years.

V3
Daniel you are young and your road lies out a-head
There’ll be trees across your path and steps you’ll fear to tread
But you have found a love to join you on your way
So take hold of her heart as you go from day to day.

CH
Fear not the kind of world that we are passing on to you.
You can still dream your dreams and sing songs that are new.
So keep your hopes a-live and hold back all the fears
You’ve found a love to last through all the years.

I’M SO BUSY�

Lyrics and music by Joel Smoker

V1
I’m so busy; I’ve got so much to do,
I haven’t got time to spend with you,
‘Cause what I’m doing is so important,
If you want to talk to me, here is what you do;

CH
Send me an email, put it in my In Box,
I’ll get to read it some time.

V2
At my place of work the pressure’s building up,
The phones are running hot and the expectation’s high,
Got a deadline to meet, got to clinch the next deal,
If there’s stuff you’ve got for me, this is what you do;

CH
Write me a memo, put it in my pigeonhole,
I’ll pick it up some time.

V3
There’s a list of things that I have got to do,
Written on my white board in letters big and blue,
When one gets done an-other takes its place,
If you’ve got a job for me here is what you do;

CH
Send me a text, tell me what you want,
I’ll have a look some time.

V4
I’d like to spend some time doing things with you,
But my diary’s looking full for a month or two,
I’ve got to keep perspective and you know its true,
I’ll see you when I can so this is what you do;

CH
Drop me a line, tell me when you’re free,
I’ll get to see you some time.

V5
Time is running out and we’re all gonna die,
There’s still only twenty-four hours in the day,
A week is seven days and a year’s very long,
If you want to get to me this is what you say;

CH
I’m on the line, this won’t wait,
You’ve got to listen right now.
I’m on the line, this won’t wait,
I want your attention right now.

CH
Send me an email, write me a memo,
Drop me a line some time.
Send me an email, write me a memo,

Drop me a line some time.

JENNAE

Lyrics and music by Joel Smoker

V1
She knocked on my door in the middle of the night,
And I said, “Yeah, come on in”.
Two years later she was still staying there,
Her travelling shoes in the bin.

CH
Jennae, my sweet friend,
Spirit so free and wild.
Here today, what about tomorrow,
Are you gonna be around for a while.

V2
She could cook, she could sow, she could make things grow
There wasn’t much she didn’t know.
Travelling lady with a heart of gold,
I didn’t know if she would stay or go.

CH
Jennae, my sweet friend,
Spirit so free and wild.
Here today, what about tomorrow,
Are you gonna be around for a while.

V3
We never talked about the future, or talked about the past
Took it one day at a time.
I was living off my art, trying to pay the bills,
It all seemed a long, hard climb.

CH
Jennae, my sweet friend,
Spirit so free and wild.
Here today, what about tomorrow,
Are you gonna be around for a while.

V4
I was walking on water and I looked behind,
Found I was starting to sink
I asked for time alone to figure things out,
She didn’t know what to think.

CH
Jennae, my sweet friend,
Spirit so free and wild.
Here today, what about tomorrow,
Are you gonna be around for a while.

V5
She found herself a job, down in the city,
Working at a potter’s shop
She met up with a nice young man,
It was time for moving on.

CH
Jennae, my sweet friend,
Spirit so free and wild.
Here today, gone tomorrow
I guess you won’t be back in a while.
Jennae, my sweet friend,
Spirit so free and wild.
Here today, gone tomorrow

I guess you won’t be back in a while.

JIVIN’ AT THE JUJU BAR

Words and music by Joel Smoker

V1
It was Saturday night, the band was tight,
Everyone was having a ball.
The crowd was stomping, the horns were honking,
The moon rose across the hall.

CH
They were jivin’ at the Juju Bar, Jivin’ at the Juju Bar,
They were jumpin’ and jiggin’,
And joogin’ and juggin’
And jivin’ at the Juju Bar, jivin’ at the Juju Bar.

V2
Along come Mrs De La Rue,
In a polka dot bikini top,
She was shaking her hips, wobbling her bits,
Man you couldn’t make her stop.

CH
She was jivin’ at the Juju Bar, Jivin’ at the Juju Bar,
She was jumpin’ and jiggin’,
And joogin’ and juggin’
And jivin’ at the Juju Bar, jivin’ at the Juju Bar.

V3
Long tall Franky was getting pretty cranky,
He was trying to do the limbo rock.
Down on his knees, shaking like a leaf,
Hoping the bar wouldn’t drop.

CH
He was jivin’ at the Juju Bar, Jivin’ at the Juju Bar,
He was jumpin’ and jiggin’,
And joogin’ and juggin’
And jivin’ at the Juju Bar, jivin’ at the Juju Bar.

V4
Then someone cried, “Hey looks like a fire”
A man rushed towards the door,
People were pushing and people were shoving
Nobody knew what for.

CH
‘Cause they were jivin’ at the Juju Bar, Jivin’ at the Juju Bar,
They were jumpin’ and jiggin’,
And joogin’ and juggin’
And jivin’ at the Juju Bar, jivin’ at the Juju Bar.

V5
Then the flames started rising and the band started running,
With their instruments under their arms.
Bells were ringing, sirens wailing,
Pandemonium under the palms.

CH
They were jumpin’ at the Juju Bar, Jumpin’ at the Juju Bar,
They were shoutin’ and screamin’,
And shovin’ and shakin’
And jumpin’ at the Juju Bar, jumpin’ at the Juju Bar.

V6
When the sun come up a-cross the bay
Man it was a terrible sight.
Walls had tumbled, windows broken
Burnt tables everywhere.

CH
No more jivin’ at the Juju Bar, Jivin’ at the Juju Bar,
No more jumpin’ and jiggin’,
And joogin’ and juggin’
And jivin’ at the Juju Bar, jivin’ at the Juju Bar.
Jivin’ at the Juju Bar, jivin’ at the Juju Bar.

LONESOME COWBOY

Words and music by Joel Smoker

CH
Sing a song for the lonesome cowboy,
He’s been out riding fences all day long.
Sing a song for the lonesome cowboy,
He’s the one who never found a home.

V1
He was born out in the desert country,
Where the towns are few and far be-tween,
Where the chances of finding your own true love,
Are about as good as taking tea with the Queen.

CH
So spare a thought for the lonesome cowboy,
He’s been out riding the range all day long.
Spare a thought for the lonesome cowboy,
He’s the one who never found a home.

V2
He’ll tell you he’s got it figured out,
That he’s strong and don’t need no special friend,
He says, “If you don’t give your heart, it won’t get torn a-part,
And he’ll be all right in the end.

CH
Sing a song for the lonesome cowboy,
As he rides his fences all day long.
Sing a song for the lonesome cowboy,
Seems he’s stuck for-ever in a song.

V3
And there’s lots of lonesome cowboys,
Riding horses of duco, chrome and steel,
Who don’t know where they’re going as they hurtle down the road,
With their hands clutched around the wheel.

CH
So say a prayer for the lonesome cowboys,
As they ride the highways all a-lone.
Spare a thought for the lonesome cowboys
And pray that they’ll find their way home
Let’s hope that they’ll find their way home.

LUDDITES OF THE WORLD UNITE

Words and music by Joel Smoker

V1
Luddites of the world unite; you’ve nothing to lose but your emails.
You just need a new outlook, not the one from Micro-soft.
There’s a world out there to touch and see, not to mention smell and taste,
So throw away your chains, leave your swivel chairs.
Find those legs and move them down the stairs.

CH
And its one step at a time, open up the door,
Feel the breeze up-on your face; you know there’s so much more.

V2
Who cares about the internet; it’s just another trap
If you go swimming in that sea, you’ll be hanging by your gills.
You’ll see things you can never have, but you’ll want them just the same
So take a look a-round at what you’ve got right now,
‘Cause that’s the kind of stuff that’s really real.

CH
And its one step at a time, open up the door,
Feel the breeze up-on your face; you know there’s so much more.

V3
There’s gurus to the left of us; there’s gurus on the right.
Folks who’ll tell you how to live, and how to see the light,
But don’t believe every-thing your hear, and certainly not what you read,
‘Cause the one that you can trust, is your own good self.
So listen to that still, small voice in-side.

CH
And its one step at a time, open up the door,
Feel the breeze up-on your face; you know there’s so much more.
And its one step at a time, open up the door,

Feel the breeze up-on your face; you know there’s so much more.

MRS CURLY GOES SHOPPING

Words and music by Joel Smoker

V1
Mrs Curly lives in Meeka, way out in the west,
Where the wind blowing off the desert, really puts you to the test.
It’s no place for softies; the ground is hard and red,
The last place on earth, so Tammy Frazer said.

V2
One day Mrs Curly found that luck was on her side,
She had bought the winning ticket; she was about to take the ride,
From a lifetime of struggle, working hard to make ends meet,
To a big, bank balance, down on easy street.

CH
Mrs Curly could go shopping, any time she want,
She could get what she needed, didn’t matter what it cost.
Mrs Curly could go shopping, any time she want.

V3
She got lots of calls, from people near and far,
People with all kinds of schemes, but most weren’t up to par.
So she hired an accountant, to manage her affairs,
Made provision for her family, so they wouldn’t have no cares.

V4
Then she built herself a house, down the road from her old place,
A simple kind of house, she wasn’t running any race.
She bought the things she needed, set her house up nice and neat,
Lace curtains in the window, and a comfy lounge room seat.

CH
Mrs Curly could go shopping, any time she want,
She could get what she needed, didn’t matter what it cost.
Mrs Curly could go shopping, any time she want.

V5
She went off to the city, to buy herself a car,
The kind of car, she’d ad-mired from afar.
But the salesman at the car yard, he was very rude,
Said, “She was just an Abo, we don’t serve the likes of you.

V6
Mrs Curly took her chequebook, and she walked out the door,
Un-til she found a salesman, who didn’t think of her as poor.
She bought a silver Merc, the best one on display,
And she drove it back to Meeka, where she drives it to this day.

CH
Mrs Curly could go shopping, any time she want,
She could get what she needed, didn’t matter what it cost.
Mrs Curly could go shopping, any time she want.

V7
Mrs Curly lives in Meeka, cause it’s her hometown.
She could live in the city, but it’d probably get her down.
Who needs a big mansion, when you’re happy where you are,
Driving off to dinner, in your big silver car.

CH
Mrs Curly can go shopping, any time she wants,
She can get what she needs, doesn’t matter what it costs.
Mrs Curly can go shopping, any time she wants.

PLAIN OLD ME

Words and music by Joel Smoker

V1
If I was the King of the World,
I’d grow a moustache with a great big twirl,
And if I was a handsome prince,
I’d wear tight trousers that would make you wince.

CH
Hey, hey, that’s what I’d be,
If I was someone other than me.

V2
If I was an Eskimo,
I’d take off my clothes and jump in the snow.
If I was a crocodile,
I’d lie in the water with a great big smile.

CH
Hey, hey, that’s what I’d be,
If I was something other than me.

V3
If I was the man of steel,
I’d fly through the air with my eyes all peeled.
If I was a kangaroo,
I’d sit on my haunches and go, “How do you do?”

CH
Hey, hey, that’s what I’d be,
If I was something other than me.

V4
If I was a cater-pillar,
I’d wear out my shoes going out to dinner.
If I was a Tonka toy,
I’d live in fear of that nasty little boy.

CH
Hey, hey, that’s what I’d be,
If I was something other than me.

V5
If I was a lady-bird,
I’d be orange and black and that’d be absurd.
If I was David Bowie,
I’d be famous as hell and that’d be a worry.

CH
Hey, hey, that’s what I’d be,
If I was someone other than me.

V6
If I was a turtle dove,
I’d flutter around all those folks in love.
If I was a superstar,
I wouldn’t be all-owed to go too far.

CH
Hey, hey, that’s what I’d be,
If I was someone other than me.

V7
But I’m just plain old me,
There’s no one else that I can be.
I’ve got to make it as I am,
And I don’t mind if you lend a hand.

CH
Hey, hey, that’s what I’ll be,
I’m gonna be just plain old me.
Hey, hey, that’s what I’ll be,
I’m gonna be just plain old me.

I’m gonna be just plain old me.

SHE’S GONE

Words and music by Joel Smoker

V1
There’s a full moon out tonight,
And the stars are shining bright,
I’ve been looking for my lover,
But I think she’s run for cover,
‘Cause she’s gone, yeah she’s gone,
And I can’t find her no more.

V2
I tried to treat her right,
I took her out most every night,
She helped me spend my money,
She used to laugh and call me honey,
But now she’s gone, yeah she’s gone,
She ain’t coming round no more.

V3
Don’t know why I’m in this room,
Baying at the moon,
I should be out there on the town,
Instead of sitting here feeling down,
But she’s gone, yeah she’s gone,
Seems she ain’t coming back no more.

V4
I keep living in the past,
With a heart like breaking glass,
It’s a foolish thing I know,
But these tears are bound to flow,
‘Cause she’s gone, yeah she’s gone,
And I can’t get her back no more.

V5
I know what I’m gonna do,
Gonna quit these lowdown blues,
Gonna find me a brand new love,
And forget about my turtle dove,
‘Cause she’s gone, yeah she’s gone,
And I don’t want her back no more.
Yeah she’s gone; yeah she’s gone,

And I don’t want her back no more.

THE HUMAN CONDITION

Words and music by Joel Smoker

V1
We want to be noticed, we want to be heard,
We want folks to listen, when we say the word.
But we don’t want to be told, what to do,
We want to call the shots, in the cosmic zoo.

V2
We tend to think the worst of those who’ve got the most,
While we secretly desire the things of which they boast.
We’re sure we deserve more than what we’ve got,
We’re rarely satisfied with what’s our lot.

CH
It’s the Human Condition that we’re all subject to,
The Human Condition, it’s the same for me and you.
We all opt for pleasure and we don’t like pain,
The Human Condition shows its face once again.

V3
We all bend the truth, to make it suit our needs,
And tell white lies, to cover up our deeds.
We all keep silent, so as not to cause offence,
To avoid speaking out seems to make more sense.

V4
We view with suspicion, those who don’t look like us,
Then wonder out aloud, at all the fuss.
Because, of course, our people are OK,
It’s Them we’ve got to worry ‘bout, come the end of day.

V5
So what are we to do, about the way we are?
Eliminate our faults, make everyone a star?
Or do we hold a mirror, up to our lives,
And see what we want to see; the mirror never lies.

CH
It’s the Human Condition that we’re all subject to,
The Human Condition, it’s the same for me and you.
We all opt for pleasure and we don’t like pain,

The Human Condition shows its face once again.

THE QUEEN OF THE DESERT

Lyrics only by Joel Smoker

V1
She was known as the Queen of the Desert,
In the little outback town where I was born,
Where she worked in her father’s general store,
In a dress that was faded and worn.

Ch.
But she stood out like a rose in the desert,
With the heat of the sun burning down,
And she greeted all who came to her counter,
With a smile and never a frown.

V2
I ad-mired her beauty from a distance,
Like all the other young men in the town,
For her father’s presence always loomed,
Every time I laid my money down.

V3
Many men tried in vain to win her favour
But her father was always hanging round,
His large frame a silent re-minder,
On his face more often a frown.

Ch
And she stood out like a rose in the desert,
Her beauty was all that we saw,
Her hair was red like the dust-storms,
That blew a-round the general store.

V4
One day a tall, dark stranger came to town,
He was working on a project for the Mayor.
He went down to the store for a paper,
And spied the girl with the blazing red hair.

V5
He was taken by her piercing blue eyes,
And he came back a-gain and a-gain,
But her father would serve him at the counter,
His daughter was nowhere to be seen.

Ch
And she stood out like a rose in the desert,
Her beauty was all that he saw,
Her hair was red like the dust-storms,
That blew a-round the general store.

V6
One day the tall, dark stranger was gone,
And so was the girl from the store,
Now her father serves all at the counter,
And his daughter, just a fading memory.

V7
It’s been years, since I lived in my home-town,
But at times, I find myself back there.
Then I re-member the Queen of the Desert,
The girl with the blazing red hair.

Ch
And she stood out like a rose in the desert,
With the heat of the sun burning down,
And she greeted all who came to her counter,
With a smile and never a frown.

THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH HOURS IN THE DAY

Words and music by Joel Smoker

V1
There are not enough hours in the day.
There’s too much to do for my pay.
I get up in the morning and I go flat strap.
There are not enough hours in the day.

V2
Ev’ry-body wants it done right now.
You say, “Hey man, don’t have a cow”.
But they call you on the phone, then they send it on the fax,
Ev’ry-body want it done right now.

CH
Ooo, Ooo,
There are not enough hours in the day.

V3
They say that time is money and you’ll pay.
If you take too long and delay.
Someone else will get the job and you’ll be left be-hind.
They say that time is money and you’ll pay.

V4
Ev’ry-body’s running faster to keep up.
Seems the pace of change won’t let up.
Someone pushed the lever, on the carousel,
Ev’ry-body’s running faster to keep up.

CH
Ooo, Ooo,
There are not enough hours in the day.

V5
I’m gonna send you a letter by the mail.
You’ll have to open it and read it line by line.
Then sit back and reflect, on what I said in it,
I’m gonna send you a letter by the mail.

V6
Cause I’ve had enough of all this crazy pace.
Gonna put the breaks on this running race.
Gonna slow it down right now, it might take an hour,
‘Cause I’ve had enough of all this crazy pace.

CH
Ooo, Ooo,
There are not enough hours in the day.

V7
Think I’ll call around your place for a chat.
We could brew up some coffee, chew the fat.
Turn the lights way down low, I’ve got no place to go,
Think I’ll call around your place for a chat.

CH
Ooo, Ooo,
There are not enough hours in the day.
Ooo, Ooo,
There are not enough hours in the day.