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Ilse DeLange

Back Of My Mind

 

Back Of My Mind

(album: Dear John - 1999)


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 looking and hoping 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, till all I had left
Was this junk in the back of my mind

Well, the end of the tunnel
It never came up
Till 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 trust
And a kindling of faith
And that spark in the back of my mind

Driving like rain, or a runaway train
Flying blind, shot from the dark in the back of my mind

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