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'd 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 Pete's painting Hanging above my bed Young god gotta lotta feeling Young god gotta lotta 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 gotta lotta feeling Young god gotta lotta feeling Young god gotta lotta feeling Young god gotta lotta feeling