From the recording Jukebox Deluxe, Volume 1

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Lyrics

THINKING ABOUT YOU

Driving south on the 405
Rain falling through the midnight sky
And all I can do is think about you

Flight was rough and the food was bad
Unlike all the good times we’ve had
And all I can do is think about you

I think about you there lying in our bed all alone
With me two thousand miles from your arms I call my home
I think about you and the last words that you said to me
You said, “Baby, I’ll be thinking about you
‘Cause I know you’ll be thinking about me.”

Sent a text from my rental car
It’s a brand new Chevy that hasn’t been too far
And all I can do is think about you

Driving slow with the radio on
Surfing those stations for a country song
And all I can do is think about you

I think about you there lying in our bed all alone
With me two thousand miles from your arms I call my home
I think about you and the last words that you said to me
You said, “Baby, I’ll be thinking about you
‘Cause I know you’ll be thinking about me.”

The stars are hiding behind the clouds
But I know that they are shining bright
That jet plane took me to the other coast
But I know we’re gonna be alright
I’ll be sleeping alone in a hotel room
But I know that I’m gonna be seeing you soon
And then we’re gonna make love, baby, beneath that summer moon…

Driving south on the 405
My eyes are tired but my heart’s alive
And all I can do is think about you

I’m gonna wake up to a brand new day
There’s work to be done for the bills I pay
And all I can do is think about you

I think about you there lying in our bed all alone
With me two thousand miles from your arms I call my home
I think about you and the last words that you said to me
You said, “Baby, I’ll be thinking about you…
You said, “Baby, I’ll be thinking about you, yeah…
You said, “Baby, I’ll be thinking about you…
‘Cause I know you’ll be thinking about me.”

I’m thinking about you, girl...
Thinking about you

© 2015 Christopher Iverson Music/BMI
words & music: Christopher Iverson