I Thought Of You Again

I w[Bm]rote a th[A]ousand verses,[G]
Ea[G]ch one about doctors an[A]d nurses.        [Bm]
On paper napkins in diners
and wrote the titles on matchsticks.

Tu[G]cked them in the left breast pocket
of a tat[F#m]tered silk check shirt
And[Em] threw the shirt away    [D]
into the shadow of a corner
of a northern Spanish bar
without brass in the backline
but shutters on the doors
an[F#m]d twenty, thirty people
in cl[Em]usters on the floor,
l[G]ooking anywhere but at each other. [D]

Between the runners of a busted wooden pier
before the beers with Tracy on the bottle.

And I th[Bm]ought of you at [A]the airport    [G]
and I was still [G]thinking of you on [A]the plane.          [Bm]
And when the police took my passport
and wrote down my name -
I thought of you again.

I was doing press-ups in the hotel lobby;
The lobby with me was unimpressed.
I managed five, but I was barely alive,
when I rolled over to rest.

And I thought of all your illnesses
and your incredible strength
And I guess that it meant that I missed you.

And I though of all the little things that always made you tense
and I wished I was able to tell you that
I'd have learnt a thousand tricks to make them disappear
With whispers in the ear
and kisses.

And I though about your lips, your mouth, your smile, your laugh, your lips
your lips, your mouth, your smile, your laugh, your lips.

And I though of you in Sweden
Like I'd been thinking of you all over Spain.