When by day the sun's choking in 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 just wants to turn away
I get to thinking about you and I wonder if I should have stayed
At a roadside j**elry stand off the beaten track
I saw the cross you'd had tatooed into the small of your back
And I wanted to laugh but it stopped me dead in my tracks
I get to thinking about you and it almost makes me want you back
Well, I hope you got the card that I sent, the one in ball-point red
Yeah, 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 it 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's scream
And in St. Louis, where the air was thick with you, I couldn't breathe
I get to thinking about you and it makes me wonder- do you think about me?
When I crawled into Jersey it's like nothing really stayed behind
And whatever I was after is the one thing that 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