Here, in my head

I found you here

running around

and following me

but you don't, in there

but I find that I have no 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

then you are here in my head

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

you know that apple green ice cream

can melt in your hands

i can't, so what

i have your hand up the feild

and even forgot one 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 girl from the south

our favorites are flying, you know them all well

and spring brings fresh little puddles

that makes it all clear

makes it all here, here

do you know, what this is doing to me

here, here, here in my head