I found you here
running around
and following me
but you don't, in there
but I find that I have no more than I ever wanted to
so maybe Thomas Jefferson wasn't born in your backyard
like you have said
and maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when
she has left you
then you are here in my head
running around and calling me
come back, I'll show you the roses
that brush off the snow
and open their petals again and again
you know that apple green ice cream
can melt in your hands
i can't, so what
i have your hand up the feild
and even forgot one time it was
and even Thomas Jefferson wasn't born in your backyard
like you have said
and maybe I'm just the horizon you run to when
she has left you
and me here, alone on the floor
you're counting my feathers as the bells toll
you see the bow and the belt
and the girl from the south
our favorites are flying, you know them all well
and spring brings fresh little puddles
that makes it all clear
makes it all here, here
do you know, what this is doing to me
here, here, here in my head