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 would 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 the painting hanging above my head

Young God, got a lot of feeling
Young God, got a lot of 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, got a lot of feeling
Young God, got a lot of feeling
Young God, got a lot of feeling
Young God, got a lot of feeling