Here, In My Head

In my head

i found you there

and running around

and following me

but you don't hold

hold dear and there

but i have find

that i have now

more than i ever wanted to

so maybe thomas jefferson

wasn't born in your back yard

like you i've said

and maybe i'm just

the horizon you run to

when she has left you there

you are here in my head

and running around

and calling me

come back

i'll show you the roses

that brush off the snow

and open their petals

again and again

and you know that apple-green ice cream

can melt in your hands

i can't

so i

i held your hand at the fair

and even forgot what time it was

and even thomas jefferson

wasn't born in your back yard

like you i've 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 favorites of mine

you know them all well

and spring brings

fresh little puddles

that makes it all clear

it makes it all

hey, do you know?

hey, do you know?

mmm what this is doing to me?

oh, here

here

here

here in my head