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
This 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
Some way to exist
All this stuff in the back of my mind
So I took me a job
And I took me a man
And I took me a bottle of wine
But it did not take long
'Til all I had left
Was this junk in the back of my mind
Drivin' like rain, on a runaway train
Flyin' blind
Shot from the dark
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 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
Of some branches of trust
And a kindling of faith
And that spark in the back of my mind
Drivin' like rain, on a runaway train
Flyin' blind
Shot from the dark
In the back of my mind
Shot from the dark
In the back of my mind
