[Verse 1] (Acoustic guitar strumming, light shaker or rim-click beat) Woke up this mornin' with the sun in my eyes Coffee’s gone cold and the toast is burnt dry Radio’s playin’ that song you hate And I still hear your laugh in the sound it makes [Pre-Chorus] (Bass drops in, organ pads under vocals) I got a fridge full of nothin', a heart half full My feet keep movin’ but I'm standin’ still I try to shake it off, but it clings like glue Yeah, the day’s got too much time, and not enough of you [Chorus] (Full band kicks in – drums, bass, harmonies on the second line) Not enough of you in my days Not enough light in the shade All this space, but I still feel tight Like the bed’s too big every night I’ve got too much sky and not enough blue Too much world, not enough of you [Verse 2] (Pull back to acoustic + light organ – drums soft with brushes or hi-hat ticks) That old record’s got a scratch or two Still plays sweet like it used to do But I can’t find the beat I had Since you walked out with the only rhythm I had [Pre-Chorus] (Builds slightly more than the first) I see your ghost in the grocery line Hear your voice in a closing time I try to fill the gap with a worn-out tune But it all sounds flat without enough of you [Chorus] (Back to full band, maybe add tambourine, harmonies more present) Not enough of you in my days Not enough light in the shade All this space, but I still feel tight Like the bed’s too big every night I’ve got too much sky and not enough blue Too much world, not enough of you [Bridge] (Break down – minimal instruments, vocals more raw and close) I used to dance like no one cared Now I’m just spinnin’ in empty air Every laugh feels a little too loud Every crowd just another lonely crowd [Chorus – Final] (Band comes back in strong, add some backing "oohs" or "na na na"s) Not enough of you in my life Not enough spark in the night Try to move on, but I just can’t do What the world expects when it’s missing you I’ve got too much sky and not enough blue Too much world, not enough of you [Outro] (Instruments fade, last line delivered softly, almost spoken) Yeah, there’s too much world… And not enough of you
