When I first came to see you
 I called it Houston Street
 Could we meet?
 Show me all the things you see

 I'm one more here, some old-time pioneer
 Who believes, with a shaken faith, I still have some cool
 I could leave you here with your people
 If I'm a flag you'd not prefer to wave

 You're always in my head
 You're just what I wanted
 I live in constant debt
 To feel you, invented

 When I first came to LA
 I met you the old-fashioned way
 Too [bad word]  and even worse
 Much too lonely

 I'll leave it there, a busted homesteader
 Who believes in virgin grace, somehow I'll stay proud
 Any [bad word] can roll up in a suit
 But only I would know what really moves you

 You're always in my head
 You're just what I wanted
 I live in constant debt
 To feel you, invented

 There's a cinematic end
 I picture it just right
 Having trouble with the right words
 But you tell me with your eyes

 There's something good I missed
 There's something I can't find
 Do you believe me now?
 Can you see it in my eyes?

 See it in my eyes
 See it in my eyes

 You're always in my head
 You're just what I wanted
 I live in constant debt
 To feel you, invented