Well it's a twenty mile drive from here to town There's gray skies and there's no doubt Rain's comin' down this mornin' I get off the interstate fifteen minutes late For an appointment that I really didn't need to make God this routine bores me Well it's gettin' on twelve and I ain't had a bite I'm all ceffee'd up sleepy eyed wound up tight And it's only Monday Monday I've had the whole night and a half the day To think about what you said and what I need to change But it's all the same it's all the same
Cause all I'm thinkin' bout is you all I'm thinkin' bout is you All I'm thinkin' bout is you
Well I skipped lunch with the boss at that sleazy little bar Stopped to get gas a bag of chips And got back in the car and started drivin' I headed down the road where the air is clean And the grass is green and the birds sing to clear this head Full of things that I've been denyin but it's all in vain
Cause all I'm thinkin' bout is you... Yeah all I'm thinkin' bout is you...
Well it's five o'clock sharp and it's gettin' dark now It's bumper to bumper and it's rainin' buckets down But I'm smilin' yeah I'm smilin'
All I'm thinkin' bout is you... All I'm thinkin' bout is you... All I'm thinkin' bout is you...
