Back Of My Mind

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 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 me a bottle of wine And it did not take long, 'til all I had left Was this stuff in the back of my mind