I was waiting for the moment to be perfectly clear
When the world would stop and let me catch up
In the place of every moment that has left you in need
Enough, enough, enough

You were watching in the morning for the sun to appear
On the way to work you're singing along
And your voice is something that I can just never hear
Enough, enough, enough

Whats the point in trying to save any money,
When you would only waste it on yourself?
Seems impossible to get ahead
When you are only making just enough

When the fire is just an ember now and you're getting cold
But you never feel like wandering off
You can be pretty certain that the person you hold
Is enough, enough, enough

Whats the point in trying to save any money,
When you'd only waste it on yourself?
Seems impossible to get ahead
When you are only making just enough

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Writer(s): CARL WILLARD BROEMEL