When by day the sun's choking on a sky of gray

And I'm lucky if I see him melt at evening into Mission Bay

And every face that hears me speak wants to turn away

I get to thinking about you and I wonder if I should have stayed



At a roadside jewelry stand off the beaten track

I saw the cross you'd had tatooed into the small of your back

I wanted to laugh but it stopped me dead in my tracks

I started thinking about you and it almost made me want you back



I hope you got the card I sent, the one in ball-point red

I scrawled it out that week in Kansas I was laid-up in bed

And it may not be true but I meant every word that I said

I get to thinking about you and it almost makes me lose my head



I crawled through Missouri saddled heavy with your memory

Crying on the hood of the car just like a banshee scream

And in St. Louis, where the air was thick with you, I couldn't breathe

I started thinking about you and wondering if you think about me



When I pulled into Jersey it's like nothing really stayed behind

And whatever I was after is the only thing I didn't find

And baby I'm not saying we should hook up and try to make up for lost time

But I get to thinking about you and it almost makes me change my mind



						     



						     Thanks to cead1