I've put the pen to paper a hundred times before,
I've written songs about broken-heartedness, songs about the war,
I know exactly what to write when I'm in tears,
I don't know what to write, when you're still here.
Everything's so good now, everything's so right,
Oh, how I'd love to write a love-song while love is on my side,
But I'd rather stay with you babe, spend the night,
Walking through the park losing time.
But late at night, when I wake up with you on my mind,
I need a song, to thank the stars,
You are mine.
I write when something's missing or broken on the floor,
But I've got everything I want now, everything and more,
Except a song to sing you when I get back from tour.
Hope this one will do, 'cause this one's yours.
Late at night, when I wake up with you on my mind,
I need a song, to thank the stars,
Late at night, when I wake up with you on my mind,
I'll sing this song, and thank the stars,
You are mine. [x2]