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 junk

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

With this stuff in the back of my mind So I took me a job and I took me a wife

And I took to a bottle of wine

And it did not take long, till all I had left

Was this stuff 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 Well, the end of the tunnel just never came up

Till I got 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 Drivin' like rain or 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

Shot from the dark

In the back of my mind