I think of the need that's screwin’ you.
I think of my folks gettin’ old.
I think of the meals I’ll need to plan
and ways to beat the cold.
I think of the train I’ll need to catch.
I think of where they’ll pay me.
But more than these and most of all,
God knows I think of Aimee.
And I think of God and what that means
for a minute or two a day.
I think of death and the faculty
that chases those thoughts away.
Yer I think big thoughts, here and there,
and nothing can really sway me.
Well, nothing at all except the ever
present thoughts of Aimee.
