Here. In My Head

In my head I found you there And running around and following me But you don't dare But I find that I have now more than 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 has 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 if 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 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 Do you know Do you know what this is doing to me Here Here Here Here in my head