Boy I'm thinking about you.
Like homemade jam on grandma's toast; I'm thinking about you.
Like night-lights think about glowing,
Like boys think about growing,
Like prophets think about knowing;
I'm thinking about you.
I'm wandering where you are
If you wish that swing sets outnumbered sad tunes
If you watch the sunsets as much as I do
If the storm that's luring is the one that hides you
Boy. I'm thinking about you.
Im thinking about your name
Like the groundhog thinks about his shadow
Like a soldier thinks about the outcome of the battle
Like a kayak thinks of the places it'd go without a paddle
I'm thinking about you
I'm thinking about how you're hand might fit in mine
To what song your heart keeps time
And the day it would be right to call you mine
Boy, I'm thinking about you.
And boy I hope you're thinking about me
That my existence, although a mystery
Is the one that keeps you out there, looking
Finding the girl who fits so perfectly
And I'll be patient
I won't give up--for you.
I'll keep searching, knowing that you're searching too
Because in the end boy, love takes two
So here and now, I'm thinking about you.
-aa
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