here. in my head - Live In Buffalo 10/24/07

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 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