Zac Brown Band - The Muse lyrics
[Zac Brown Band - The Muse lyrics]
As I sit on the edge of this never made bed
Old guitar in my lap, a new tune in my head
There she stands in the doorway
Just brushing her hair
It's my beautiful muse in her underwear
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking
Thank God wherever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It's times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking is the last thing that
You want to do
As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar
Trying to work some things out
Without getting too far
And to drown out the voices
That are keeping me down
There's a muse all alone on
The other side of town
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking
Thank God wherever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It's times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking is the last thing that
You want to do
As I sit on the bed of this hospital room
Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom
And the tiniest voice starts
To bellow and cry it's my finest work yet
If the day I should die
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking
Thank God wherever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It's times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking is the last thing that
You want to do
Old guitar in my lap, a new tune in my head
There she stands in the doorway
Just brushing her hair
It's my beautiful muse in her underwear
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking
Thank God wherever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It's times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking is the last thing that
You want to do
As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar
Trying to work some things out
Without getting too far
And to drown out the voices
That are keeping me down
There's a muse all alone on
The other side of town
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking
Thank God wherever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It's times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking is the last thing that
You want to do
As I sit on the bed of this hospital room
Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom
And the tiniest voice starts
To bellow and cry it's my finest work yet
If the day I should die
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking
Thank God wherever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It's times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking is the last thing that
You want to do