The Thought of You

I wake up every morning with a paper and pen

I get high on the finding the next best end

My days are lined with songs

landing a chorus or sticking a bridge

Or writing a phrase that really hits

Makes me feel, I can do no wrong

I Prefer the thought of you

If I had to choose

Yes, I Prefer the thought of you

Yes I do

I come home in the evening lie down in bed

Retrace the steps of the day in my head

I’d hardly change a thing

paying my dues trying to pay my bills

Ain’t as hard as it was to push that rock uphill

But for all the pride it brings

Still I Prefer the thought of you

If I had to choose

Yes, I Prefer the thought of you

Yes I do

Even on my best days

I swear I’m amazed

You still make it better

I Prefer the thought of you

If I had to choose

Yes, I Prefer the thought of you

Yes I do