Fogged up in Dallas on my way to L.A.
Starrin’ up at the screen, all flights were delayed
When a voice from behind me asked
«Stranger, how have you been?»
I was caught off guard when I saw her face
Stumbled my way through an awkward embrace
Yet, somehow I managed to say, «Good to see you again»
We caught up on old friends
We caught up on old times
But all through the small talk, it kept burnin’ through my mind
Does she think about the night we spent on Crystal Lake
Wrapped up in a blanket till the break of day
So many times I’ve wondered 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
‘Til we were stranded in that moment not sure what to say
Then she broke the silence with her little shy smile
And she brought up the weather but all the while
I wondered 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