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-timer pioneer 
Who believes with the 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 
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 miss 
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.