In my head I found you there
And running around and following me
But you don't dare
But I find that I have, now, more
Than I ever wanted to

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
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 icecream can melt in your hands
I can't so I

Held your hand at the fair
And even forgot what time it was
And even 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
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 girls from the south
All favorites of mine you know them all well
And spring brings fresh little puddles that makes it all clear makes it
All
Do you know what this is doing to me
Here in my head