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• Artiste: John Hiatt
• Titre: Back Of My Mind
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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 trust And a kindling of faith And that spark in the back of my mind Drivin' like rain, or a runaway train Flyin' blind, shot from the dark in the back of my mind