My Thanksgiving

Title:My Thanksgiving

Artist:Don Henley

Edited:Xia Zuojie()

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―well, it just ain't cool

So send me back to Sunday school

Because I'm tired of waiting for reason to arrive

It's too long we've been living

These unexamined lives

I've got great expectations

I've got family and friends

I've got satisfying work

I've got a back that bends

For every breath, for every day of living

This is my Thanksgiving

Have you noticed that an angry man

Can only get so far

Until he reconciles the way he thinks things ought to be

With the way things are

Here in this fragmented world, I still believe

In learning how to give love, and how to receive it

And I would not be among those who abuse this privilege

Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge

And I don't mind saying that I still love it all

I wallowed in the springtime

Now I'm welcoming the fall

For every moment of joy

Every hour of fear

For every winding road that brought me here

For every breath, for every day of living

This is my Thanksgiving

For everyone who helped me start

And for everything that broke my heart

For every breath, for every day of living

This is my Thanksgiving