Think of Me

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