Thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Not knowing what we could have been
what we should have been...

Take your records, take you freedom
Take your memories, I dont need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me...

Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
While you're sleeping with your pride
wishing I could hold you tight
But I'll be over you, and on with my life

You're gonna think of me
someday...you'll think of me...

©Keith Urban ()