But, you don't know, haunting there
More than i ever wanted to
So maybe Thomas Jefferson
Wasn't born in your backyard
Maybe i'm just the horizon you run to
There you are here in my head
And running around and calling me
I'll show you the roses and brush off the snow
And open their petals again and again
And you know that apple green ice cream can melt in your hands
I, I held your hand at the fair
And even forgot what time it was
And even Thomas Jefferson
Wasn't born in your backyard
Maybe i'm just the horizon you run to
And me here, alone on the floor
You're counting my feathers as the bells toll
The bow and the belt and the girl from the south
All favorites of mine, you know them all well
And spring brings fresh little puddles
That makes it all clear, and makes it all...
What this is doing to me?
Oh, here, here, here, here in my head