In my head

I found you there

and running around and following me

but you don't

oh

oh

dare now

but I find that I have

more than I ever

wanted too

so maybe

Thomas Jefferson wasn't born in your backyard

like you have said and

maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when

she has left you

you, all

here in my head

and running around and calling me

come back

I'll show you the roses

and brush off the snow

and open their petals again and again

and you know that apple green ice cream

can melt in you hands

I can't so

I, I

held you hand at the fair and

even forgot what time it was

and even

Thomas Jefferson wasn't born in you backyard

like you have said and

maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when

she has left you and me here

alone on the floor

you're counting my feathers

as the bells toll

you see the bow and the belt

and the girl from the south

all fav'rites of mine

you know them all well

and spring brings fresh little puddles that makes it all clear

makes it all

do you know

hey

this time I said

do you know

well

what this is doing to me

here

here

here

here in my head