No Time To Live

Music: Jay Franklin and Carl Franklin
Lyrics: Jay Franklin
Jay Franklin: Piano, Organ, Synth, Bass, Lead Vocal 
Carl Franklin: Guitars, Trumpet, Backup Vocals 
Matt Covey: Drums 
Alec Franklin: Alto Sax 
Rob Funk: Trombone 
Matt Nemeth: Alto Sax 
Doug Woolverton: Trumpet 

Copyright 2011 by Couch Flight Music (BMI)

One Summer day things are looking bright
Watch the world go by, slip into night
Just sit and sip a cold one, pull the faders down
Stretch out a leg and bend my head around
Just floating on a dreamcloud going nowhere fast
Pushing out the shadows, sucking in the gas
Lost in Sparkleland, I'd be here all day

But wake up, poppy, get back to work 
You're no superlative
The trash is rancid, the oven's hot
And there's no time to live

The keys jangle it my pants. Sweat beads on my brow
Zip out with a list. Don't have a cow
One foot on a skate, another in the sand
Riding through the jungle feeling out the land
I can't keep up with myself
Cant' give up. Sit on the shelf
I need a this but it must be a that

My eyes are fading, the tank is dry
Can't be so selective
The cell phone's ringing, my head is fried
And there's no time to live

Sunbeams in the sky
Little lights floating by
People a blur
One more sigh

Walking down the street, a mother and a son
Holding hands, holding bags. Under the gun
Looking for the white paint to the other shore
Wrangle with a man and his Labrador
No one waits. The engines roar
Slamming on the pedal, the bags fall to the floor
A smile and a wave, a show of grattitude

It's not too much but it means a lot
Just try and it will give
You're not the only one
With no time