歌曲 | I Didn't Ask and She Didn't Say |
歌手 | Tim McGraw |
专辑 | All I Want |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Van Stephenson/Tony Martin | |
fogged in in dallas on my way to l.a. | |
Staring up at the screen , all flights were delayed | |
When a voice behinde 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 | |
Caught up on old times | |
But all through the small talk, it kept burning through my mind | |
Does she think about the nights we spent on crystal lake | |
Wrapped up in a blaket 'til the break of day | |
So many times i 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 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 | |
We said our goodbyes, swore we'd stay in touch | |
Then we went our separate ways knowing, knowing no one ever does | |
But i couldn't help but wonder as i walked | |
If thinks had turned out different where would we be today | |
So many times iv'e wondered does she think of me that way | |
I didn't ask and she didn't say | |
No, i didn't ask and she didn't say |
zuo qu : Van Stephenson Tony Martin | |
fogged in in dallas on my way to l. a. | |
Staring up at the screen , all flights were delayed | |
When a voice behinde 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 | |
Caught up on old times | |
But all through the small talk, it kept burning through my mind | |
Does she think about the nights we spent on crystal lake | |
Wrapped up in a blaket ' til the break of day | |
So many times i 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 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 | |
We said our goodbyes, swore we' d stay in touch | |
Then we went our separate ways knowing, knowing no one ever does | |
But i couldn' t help but wonder as i walked | |
If thinks had turned out different where would we be today | |
So many times iv' e wondered does she think of me that way | |
I didn' t ask and she didn' t say | |
No, i didn' t ask and she didn' t say |
zuò qǔ : Van Stephenson Tony Martin | |
fogged in in dallas on my way to l. a. | |
Staring up at the screen , all flights were delayed | |
When a voice behinde 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 | |
Caught up on old times | |
But all through the small talk, it kept burning through my mind | |
Does she think about the nights we spent on crystal lake | |
Wrapped up in a blaket ' til the break of day | |
So many times i 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 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 | |
We said our goodbyes, swore we' d stay in touch | |
Then we went our separate ways knowing, knowing no one ever does | |
But i couldn' t help but wonder as i walked | |
If thinks had turned out different where would we be today | |
So many times iv' e wondered does she think of me that way | |
I didn' t ask and she didn' t say | |
No, i didn' t ask and she didn' t say |