back of my mind |
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Well my daddy he stood at the foot of the stairs |
He was calling to me at the time |
And I knew even then, I could die for the thoughts |
That I kept in the back of my mind |
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But I dared not to speak |
How I felt for my dad |
Cause there were no words to define |
The ball of confusion, of feelings and stuff |
That I kept in the back of my mind |
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So I took to the highway |
And I kept to myself |
Just a lookin' and hopin' to find |
Some solutions, some answers, someway to exist |
All this stuff in the back of my mind |
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So I took me a job |
And I took me a wife |
And I took me a bottle of wine |
And it did not take long, 'til all I had left |
Was this junk in the back of my mind |
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Well the end of the tunnel |
It never came up |
'til I came to the end of the line |
And I saw that the light I'd been hoping to see |
Was just a spark in the back of my mind |
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And the cold wind that blew |
Through the hole in my heart |
Made a fire for the very first time |
From some branches of trust |
And a kindling of faith |
And that spark in the back of my mind |
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Drivin' like rain, or a runaway train |
Flyin' blind, shot from the dark in the back of my mind |