Lyrics:

(Michael McDonald And Bernie Chiaravalle) Starin' back at a room full of strange faces I sense another welcome worn thin A bartender sayin' 'son take it outside' 'take it out the door you brought it in' He said, he don't wanna hear about my problem Or why I think I got it so tough He said guys like me come a dime a dozen That my only problem is knowin' when I've had enough (but) how can I have too much? How can I have to much of somethin' I can't get enough of? You said it so well in your letter baby You gave me every reason why Girl you sure use a lot of paper, just to say good-bye Well here's to the good times Here's to the way we were Here's to how you tried to be my lover 'till disaster struck Now you wanna be a friend and tell me I'm a man who simply needs too much But how can I have too much? How can I have to much of somethin' I can't get enough of?