CIM Records

Lyrics

ALL I CAN DO

I’m sitting in the morning light
The clouds are flying high above Pasadena
I’m thinking about the coming night
While watching Carlos trim the shrubs and vines
Well, maybe I’ll pick up the phone and call
And maybe you will answer, or maybe you won’t at all
It doesn’t really matter; this isn’t my first fall from grace with you...

Well now, all I can do is all I can do, baby
All I can do is all I can do, baby
All I can do is all I can do
But, baby, all I can do is never...
Is never enough for you

I finish up my last cold beer
And walk my sorry ass up into Old Town
I see some friends, I see some fools
This scene is like a light that will not change
Well, maybe I will see you down at Jake’s
And maybe you will see me, this wouldn’t be your first mistake
It doesn’t really matter...I know just how to fake my way to you...

Well now, all I can do is all I can do, baby
All I can do is all I can do, baby
All I can do is all I can do
But, baby, all I can do is never...
Is never enough for you

I can read each worn out past
Behind each cigarette and glass
There’s nothing here that unnerves me
Well maybe you will come around
And together we can find that sound
That calls us to a higher place
Revealing love’s most sacred face
Come now, baby...

I work my way across the bar
Exchanging one more number for the road now
I’ll wake up early Sunday morn’
And like a fool, I’ll sit right by my telephone
Well, maybe I’ll pick up that phone and call
And maybe you will answer, or maybe you won’t at all
It doesn’t really matter; this isn’t my last fall from grace with you...

Well now, all I can do is all I can do, baby
All I can do is all I can do, baby
All I can do is all I can do
But, baby, all I can do is never...
Is never enough for you

Is never enough for you…
Is never enough for you…
(All I can do is all I can do, baby)
Is never enough for you…
(All I can do is all I can do, baby)
Yeah...Yeh...Yeah...

© 2005 Christopher Iverson Music/BMI
words & music: Christopher Iverson