Think of me
Driving down the backroad
Swerving through your memory
Think of me
Swimming in the free flow of
Tears falling down your cheek
Think of me
When your hair's all a mess
Think of me
When you slide in a dress
Think of me
When you're dancing in the mirror
With the shadow of where I ought to be
Think of me
Oh think of me yeah
Days have gone and
Nights have passed
A thousand miles
From my favorite laugh
Though I'm far and
On distant streets
I hope you
Think of me
Knocking on the front door
Though I have a gold spare key
Think of me
Sitting at a red light
Waiting to hit it at the green
Think of me
When your hair's all a mess
Think of me
When you slide in a dress
Think of me
When you're dancing in the mirror
With the shadow of where I should be
Think of
I'm always missin' you
I'm always missin' you
I'm always missin' you
I'm coming home tonight
Think of me
When your hair's all a mess
Think of me
When you slide in a dress
Think of me
When you're dancing in the mirror
With the shadow of where I ought to be
Oh think of me yeah
Think of me
Oh think of me