Songwriters: HIATT, JOHN

Well my daddy he stood at the foot of the stairs 
He was calling to me at the time 
And I knew even then, I could die for the thoughts 
That I kept in the back of my mind 

But I dared not to speak 
How I felt for my dad 
Cause there were no words to define 
The ball of confusion, of feelings and stuff 
That I kept in the back of my mind 

So I took to the highway 
And I kept to myself 
Just a lookin' and hopin' to find 
Some solutions, some answers, someway to exist 
All this stuff in the back of my mind 

So I took me a job 
And I took me a wife 
And I took me a bottle of wine 
And it did not take long, 'til all I had left 
Was this junk in the back of my mind 

Well the end of the tunnel 
It never came up 
'til I came to the end of the line 
And I saw that the light I'd been hoping to see 
Was just a spark in the back of my mind 

And the cold wind that blew 
Through the hole in my heart 
Made a fire for the very first time 
From some branches of [bad word] 
And a kindling of faith 
And that spark in the back of my mind 

Drivin' like rain, or [bad word] train 
Flyin' blind, shot from the dark in the back of my mind.