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?".
Well, 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.