Thanks

It's 4-o'clock in the morning

And I am staring at the ceiling plaster

A movie screen of all my days

That came and left with grace

It's Halloween and the smell of burning

Pumpkin takes me back through all the

People I have dressed up as

To tell myself I have a pretty soul

And it is so wonderful

It is so wonderful

Beautiful

And I give thanks to my youthful days

Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face

I pray I'll find as innocent a place

When I am 88

And I give thanks to my present day

It just got here so please don't go away

I finally see it's what I choose to make

I choose to make it into gold

And it is so wonderful

Beautiful

I give thanks to my youthful days

Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face

I pray I'll find as innocent a place

When I am 88

And I give thanks to my present day

It just got here so please don't go away

I finally see it's what I choose to make

And I choose to make it into gold