In my head -
I found you there
An' running around
An' followin' me,
But you don't end there,
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,
An' maybe I'm just the horizon
You run to when she has left you.

There you are -
Here, in my head,
And running around
An' callin' me.

Come back.
I'll show you the roses
That brush off the snow,
An' drop in their petals again and again.
An' you know that apple-green ice-cream
Can melt in your hands.
I can't.

So when I held
Your hand at the fair
And even forgot what time it was...

And even Thomas Jeffesron
Wasn't born in your backyard,
Like you have said,
An' maybe I'm just the horizon
You run to when she has left you

And me, here, alone on the floor.
You're countin' my feathers
As the bells toll.

You see, the bow an' the belt
An' the girl from the South -
All favorites of mine,
You know them all well.
An' Spring brings fresh little puddles.
That makes it all clear,
Makes it all here.

Do you know..?
Hey, do you know,
Mmm... what this is doin' to me,
Ah... here...
Here...
Here...
Here, in my head?