Me To Thank

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

I've got to where it's hard to find the sleep so you can dream
I've got to where you burn the furniture to make some steam
I've got to where apart from air there's nothing in the tank
And I'd like to think that I had time to thank
But I've got me to thank
I've got me to thank

I've got me to thank
I should have spoken to you clearly
And now the chance is nearly gone and I pay dearly
I've got me to thank
I don't blame you even slightly
I should have made my sorrow brightly lit
And put it lightly

Not the same complaint twice nightly
Holding on to you too tightly

I've got to where it's hard to find the tears so you can weep
I've got to where the step up to the carpet's edge is steep
I've got to where I hardly care there's nothing in the bank
And I'd like to think that I had time to think of who or what to thank
But when I do I draw a blank
'Cause I've got me to thank
I've got me to thank