She Thinks His Name Was John - Reba McEntire

She can account for all of the men in her past

Where they are now

Who they married

How many kids they have

She knew their backgrounds

Family and friends

A few she even talks to now and then

But there is one she can’t put her finger on

There is one who never leaves her thoughts

And she thinks his name was John

A chance meeting

A party a few years back

Broad shoulders and blue eyes

His hair was so black

He was a friend of friend you could say

She let his smile just sweep her away

And in her heart

She knew that it was wrong

But too much wine

And she left his bed at dawn

And she thinks his name was John

Now each day is one day that’s left in her life

She won’t know love, have a marriage or sing lullabies

She lays all alone and cries herself to sleep

Because she let a stranger kill her hopes and her dreams

And all her friends say what a pity what a loss

And in the end when she was barely hanging on

All she could say was she thinks his name was John

And she thinks his name was John