Thank God
He drives past exits I show him
Each night as he takes me home
He tells me right where he's going
So I don't sit at home alone
He drops me off when it's pouring
I dry my feet on the mat
He parks the car where I want him to
And I thank God for where I'm at
Thank God for where I'm at
It's been six months of loving you
And I wouldn't take it back
I think of the nights I'm calling you
Then think of the chances that I had
I used to pray for my enemies
Like I was in combat
I watched too many documentaries
Now I thank God for where I'm at
I thank God for where I'm at
And there's nothing like the past
To bring it up
Holding matches, you light the fuse
No one wins if the good guys lose
But somehow they always count it
Thanking skies for a lighter gray
Leaving fights for another day
And there's nothing we can do about it
Picking outfits just to steal the night
Wounded souls left out there just left to fight
And heaven knows who I would be if I quit
I used to pray for my enemies
Like I was in combat
I watched too many documentaries
Now I thank God for where I'm at
I used to struggle with identity
I used to fear the outcast
In life there's nothing accidentally
So I thank God for where I'm at
I thank God for where I'm at
And I'm never looking back
Again
Thank God for where I'm at
Each night as he takes me home
He tells me right where he's going
So I don't sit at home alone
He drops me off when it's pouring
I dry my feet on the mat
He parks the car where I want him to
And I thank God for where I'm at
Thank God for where I'm at
It's been six months of loving you
And I wouldn't take it back
I think of the nights I'm calling you
Then think of the chances that I had
I used to pray for my enemies
Like I was in combat
I watched too many documentaries
Now I thank God for where I'm at
I thank God for where I'm at
And there's nothing like the past
To bring it up
Holding matches, you light the fuse
No one wins if the good guys lose
But somehow they always count it
Thanking skies for a lighter gray
Leaving fights for another day
And there's nothing we can do about it
Picking outfits just to steal the night
Wounded souls left out there just left to fight
And heaven knows who I would be if I quit
I used to pray for my enemies
Like I was in combat
I watched too many documentaries
Now I thank God for where I'm at
I used to struggle with identity
I used to fear the outcast
In life there's nothing accidentally
So I thank God for where I'm at
I thank God for where I'm at
And I'm never looking back
Again
Thank God for where I'm at
Credits
Writer(s): Brett Franklin
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