John Hiatt Follow

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

But I dared not to speak how I felt for my dad
'Cause there were no words to define
This ball of confusion, of feelings and junk
That I kept in the back of my mind

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
With this stuff in the back of my mind

So I took me a job and I took me a wife
And I took to a bottle of wine
And it did not take long, till all I had left
Was this stuff in the back of my mind

Drivin' like rain or a runaway train
Flyin' blind shot from the dark
In the back of my mind

Well, the end of the tunnel just never came up
Till I got 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

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

Drivin' like rain or a runaway train
Flyin' blind shot from the dark
In the back of my mind

Drivin' like rain or a runaway train
Flyin' blind shot from the dark
In the back of my mind

Shot from the dark
In the back of my mind
Shot from the dark
In the back of my mind