Think of me Driving down the backroad Swerving through your memory Think of me Swimming in the free flow of Tears falling down your cheek Think of me When your hair's all a mess Think of me When you slide in a dress Think of me When you're dancing in the mirror With the shadow of where I ought to be Think of me Oh think of me yeah Days have gone and Nights have passed A thousand miles From my favorite laugh Though I'm far and On distant streets I hope you Think of me Knocking on the front door Though I have a gold spare key Think of me Sitting at a red light Waiting to hit it at the green Think of me When your hair's all a mess Think of me When you slide in a dress Think of me When you're dancing in the mirror With the shadow of where I should be Think of I'm always missin' you I'm always missin' you I'm always missin' you I'm coming home tonight Think of me When your hair's all a mess Think of me When you slide in a dress Think of me When you're dancing in the mirror With the shadow of where I ought to be Oh think of me yeah Think of me Oh think of me