Here, In My Head (Live From Colston Hall, Bristol, 7 March 1994) (2015 Remastered)

In my head I found you there And running around and following me But you don't, oh, dare, now But I find that I have, now More then 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 had left you there You are here in my head And 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 And you know that apple green ice cream Can melt in your hands, I can't, so I held your hand at the fair And even forgot what 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, all favorites of mine You know them all well And spring brings fresh little puddles that Makes it all clear, makes it all Hey, do you know Hey, do you know What this is doing to me Oh, here, here, here in my head