Life Leftover - Carl Broemel

I’m hot enough to melt some gold

You’re cooling down you just made a mountain of snow

You’re curled up body heat

I’m driving home on an icy street

Its not late enough for bed

So I will stay up instead

This night leftover, is all I get

I’m old enough to better know

The easy parts will never show

And beware of talking in your sleep

And drinking more doesn’t make you deep

Let’s not wait around for death

To show us how well we have lived

This life leftover, is all we get, yes

This life leftover, is all we get

We’re on the same wave

You’re icing on the cake

I promise I won’t steer you wrong

I’m already there

You paid me very well

And I will be on par before you know

So tell me what is this for?

It walks and talks and crawls on the floor

Its all so simple and so sweet

When less is more than it needs to be

I’m unable to be sure

If what I am saying is true

This life leftover, will never tell

Yes this life leftover you’ll never guess