Fogged in in Dallas, on my way to LA.
Staring up at the screen, all flights were delayed.
When a voice from behind my ask: "Stranger, how have you been?".
Wel, I was caught off guard when I saw her face,
Stumbled my way through an akward embrace.
Then somehow I managed to say: "Good to see you again".
We caught up on old friends, caught up on old times.
But all throught the small talk, it kept burning though my mind.
Does she think about the nights we spent on crystal lake?
Wrapped up in a blanket till the break of day.
So many times I've wonder does she think of me that way?
I didn't ask, and she didn't say.
Trading stories and pictures of kids.
Things we're gonna do and things we never did.
Till stranded in that moment... not sure what to say.
Then she broke the silence with her little shy smile,
She brought up the weather but all the while.
I wonder if she thinks about Jackson hole.
Nights beside the fire and angels in the snow.
So many times I've wondered does she think of me that way?
I didn't ask, and she didn't say.
We said our goodbyes, swore we'd stay in touch.
Then we went our seperate ways knowing no one ever does.
But I couldn't help but wonder as I walked away,
If things had turned out different, where would we be today?
So many times I've wonder does she think of me that way?
I didn't ask, and she didn't say.
No, I didn't ask... And she didn't say.