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