My Thanksgiving
Don Henley - Inside Job [2000]

Well, a lot of things have happened since the last time we spoke,

Some of them are funny, some of them ain’t no joke

And I trust you will forgive me, if I lay it on the line,

I always thought you were a friend of mine

And sometimes, I think about you,

I wonder how you’re doing now,

And what you’re going through

'Cause the last time I saw you, we were playing with fire,

We were loaded with passion and a burning desire

For every breath, for every day of living,

This is my thanksgiving

Now the trouble with you and me, my friend,
Is the trouble with this nation,

Too many blessings, too little appreciation

And I know that kind of notion, well, it just ain’t cool,

So, send me back to Sunday school

Because I’m tired of waiting for reason to arrive,

It’s too long we’ve been living

These unexamined lives

'Cause I got great expectations,

I got family and friends

I got satisfying work,

I got a back that bends

For every breath, for every day of living,

This is my thanksgiving

And have you noticed that an angry man,

Can only get so far

Until he reconciles the way he thinks things ought to be,

With the way things are

Here in this fragmented world, I still believe,

In learning how to give love, and how to receive it

And I would not be among those who abuse this privilege,

Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge

And I don’t mind saying that I still love it all,

I wallowed in the Springtime,

Now I’m welcoming the Fall

For every moment of joy, every hour of fear,

For every winding road that brought me here

For every breath, for every day of living,

This is my thanksgiving

For everyone who helped me start,

And for everything that broke my heart

For every breath, for every day of living,

This is my thanksgiving

Copyright © 2000, Wisteria Music

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