Sitting here thinking
Which I often do
On the edge of this bed
Cluttered mind, cluttered room

I think of a thought
And that thought comes to you
More often than not
I follow through

So I pick up the phone
And give you a ring
When I hear your voice
I say here's the thing

I think about you
More often than not
And when I do
I think about love

As I'm sitting here thinking
On the edge of this bed
You are always the thought
That comes to my head