Lyrics
Back on Thanksgiving
I was sitting on the floor
I couldn't think of anything to say
I was a loser
We went home and two days later
She said, if I loved her, I'd set her free
I took her picture
But broke the film off in the camera,
Now I'll never see that face again
Like I could ever forget the way she looked,
Sitting by Pete's painting
Hanging above my bed
Young god gotta lotta feeling
Young god gotta lotta feeling
Full of thanksgiving
I lit a candle
And sitting on the floor
I know
There's nothing more from life that I could ask
Young god gotta lotta feeling
Young god gotta lotta feeling
Young god gotta lotta feeling
Young god gotta lotta feeling
Writer(s): Matthew Davidson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com