Back Of My Mind

Ilse DeLange

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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 stuff
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
Some way to exist
All this stuff in the back of my mind
So i took me a job
And i took me a man
And i took me a bottle of wine
But it did not take long
'til all i had left
Was this junk in the back of my mind

Drivin' like rain, on a runaway train
Flyin' blind
Shot from the dark
In the back of my mind

Well the end of the tunnel
It never came up
'til i came to the end of the line
And i saw that the light
I'd been hoping to see
Was 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
Of some branches of trust
And a kindling of faith
And that spark in the back of my mind

Drivin' like rain, on 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