There’s not enough hours in the day
To say all that I wanna say.
There’s not enough days in the week
And weeks go by quicker
Than drunks knock back liquor.
There’s not enough weeks in the month
To do all that needs to be done.
There’s not enough months in the year
And years disappear
Like the bubbles in my beer.

Oh, timestretched.
Timestretched.

There’s not enough lines on the stave
To capture the music I crave.
There’s not enough strings to my bow
Well even the barmen
Know extracts from Carmen.
There’s not enough notes in the scale,
It feels like I’m chasing my tail.
There’s not enough beats in the bar
And bars get too busy
With folks asking “is he...?
That guy!
Oh, what’s his name?
He’s in the band.
The Divine, The Divine...”