Thinkin Bout Her Fred Eaglesmith

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