They say it takes work to keep a love strong
But my love and I are listless and weary
We're laid-back and languid, it's gone on so long
That our languor of love's just a limitless theory

The cost of a passion is a passionate price
Some well-paid words from the therapist
She didn't know when she gave her advice
The size of the hole in my bucket-list

What can I say when I can't find the words
What should I do when I don't have the strength
I know I should know all the things I should learn
But time is too short to go to great lengths

Do I have what it takes to fly out of the fog?
And find a good reason to get my heart pounding
Get a new hobby, job, a mistress, a dog
Or keep eating and drinking and binging and lounging

The cost of a passion is a passionate price
Some well-paid words from the therapist
She didn't know when she gave her advice
The size of the hole in my bucket-list

What can I say when I can't find the words
What should I do when I don't have the strength
I know I should know all things I should learn
But time is too short to go to great lengths

Time was slow
The future long
When we were young
We didn't know
Most of our song
Would not get sung

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): B.R. Hornsby, Chip deMatteo