Thinkin Bout Her

Oh my God

We sogged in by fog

Wrote the harbor master in his log

I left the colts up in the barn

I didn't set the alarm

I was thinkin' 'bout her

I was thinkin' 'bout her

I was thinkin' 'bout her

Again

I was touching her face

I was touching her hand

I was holding her close

I was saying her name

I was thinkin' 'bout her again

Up in the courthouse you took the stand

They asked him over and over again

Why did it let it go on so long

He said he knew that it was wrong

He was thinkin' 'bout her

He was thinkin' 'bout her

He was thinkin' 'bout her

Again

And he was touching her face

He was touching her hand

He was holding her close

He was saying her name

He was thinkin' 'bout her again

Now he's sitting at the edge of the pond

The reel 'em out just after dawn

He just stares all day long

They bring him back in when the sun is gone

And he was thinkin' 'bout her

He was thinkin' 'bout her

He was thinkin' 'bout her

Again

And he's touching her face

He's touching her hand

He's holding her close

He's saying her name

And he's thinkin' 'bout her