the muse

Zac Brown Band

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
Whoever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It?s times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking?s the last thing that you ought to do

As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar
Trying to work some things out but now getting too far

And I turn out the voices that are keeping it down
There?s a muse all alone on the other side of town

And if I was thinking I?d be thinking thank God
Whoever you are
For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar
Times like these, so sad but so true
Thinking?s the last thing that you ought to do
Yea, thinking?s the last thing that you ought to do

As I sit on the bed of this hospital room
Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom

And the timing as forced starts to bellow and cry
It?s my finest work yet to the day I should day

And if I was thinking I?d be thinking thank God
For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms
Times like these, so sweet and so true
Thinking?s the last thing that you ought to do
Yea, thinking?s the last thing that you ought to do
Yea, thinking?s the last thing that you ought to do