I call my mothernOn the phonenWhen I'm feeling alonenOr I sitnWith my friendsnTill I'm feeling okay againnnIt's just about, just about enoughnIt's just about enough to be lovednWhen I'm down or ready to give upnIt's just about enough to be lovednnYou go to work downtownnAnd you're surroundednBy a crowdnYou know that will never donCause all those peoplenThey don't know how to love younnIt's just about, just about enoughnIt's just about enough to be lovednWhen I'm down and ready to give upnIt's just about enough to be lovednnWhen you've run fromnThe promise landnLeaving CanaannFor some kind of sandnThe long way home is often roughnOh but it's just about enough to be loved