You know last night isn't so long ago
And you know, you know once it's over
We'll be dying of solitude
Begging for fancy tunes
I hope I hope you know, you know
Wishing all we had
Was forty eight hours
We need forty eight hours a day
Forty eight hours
We need forty eight hours a night
Forty eight hours
We need forty eight hours a day
Forty eight hours
Forty eight hours
It takes a while to write a song
It takes a while to get along
And maybe we should take time
And reconsider We take our time
We change our minds
We take our time
We change our minds
Forty eight hours
We need forty eight hours a day
Forty eight hours
We need forty eight hours a night
Forty eight hours
We need forty eight hours a day
Forty eight hours
Forty eight hours
