Well your mama didn't like me So we just ran away Got a little apartment in a hotel Down in Brownsville way I used to sit in the kitchen and play guitar When night turned to day We always thought we had something No one could ever take away But the time run out And the payment's due There'll never be enough time to forget about you Well there'll never be enough time to forget about you We used to lie in bed all day And plot our destination And talk about why you like the miracles And I dug the temptations But all those good times that we had Just turned into frustration When we made our final move There were no hesitation Because the time run out And the payment's due There'll never be enough time to forget about you Well there'll never be enough time to forget about you Never be enough time The time run out And the payment's due There'll never be enough time to forget about you Never be enough time to forget about you Never be enough time to forget about you Never be enough time to forget about you Never be enough time to forget about you Never be enough time Never be enough time