My Thanksgiving

(don henley/stan lynch/jai winding)



A lot of things have happened

Since the last time we spoke

Some of them are funny

Some of 'em 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



Sometimes i think about you

I wonder how you're doing now

And what you're going through



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

And 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