Fogged in in Dallas
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On my way to LA
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Staring up at the screen
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All flights were delayed
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When a voice from behind me asked
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Stranger, how have you been?
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Well, I was caught off guard
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When I saw her face
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Stumbled my way through an awkward embrace
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Then somehow I managed to say
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Good to see you again
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We caught up on old friends
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Caught up on old times
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But all through the small talk
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It kept burning though my mind
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Does she think about the nights we spent on Crystal Lake?
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Wrapped up in a blanket till the break of day
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So many times I've wondered
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Does she think of me that way
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I didn't ask
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And she didn't say
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Trading stories
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And pictures of kids
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Things we're gonna do and things we never did
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Till stranded in that moment
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Not sure what to say
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Then she broke the silence
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With her little shy smile
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She brought up the weather
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But all the while
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I wonder if she thinks about Jackson Hole
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Nights beside the fire and angels in the snow
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So many times I've wondered
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Does she think of me that way
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I didn't ask
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And she didn't say
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We said our goodbyes
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Swore we'd stay in touch
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Then we went our separate ways
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Knowing no one ever does
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But I couldn't help but wonder
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As I walked away
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If things had turned out different
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Where would we be today
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So many times I've wonder
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Does she think of me that way
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I didn't ask
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And she didn't say
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No, I didn't ask
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And she didn't say
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I Didn't Ask And She Didn't Say
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| Tim McGraw |
