Back Of My Mind by John Hiatt

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
The 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, someway to exist
All this stuff in the back of my mind

So i took me a job
And i took me a wife
And i took me a bottle of wine
And it did not take long, 'til all i had left
Was this junk 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 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