In My Head

In My Head
06/07/2007
by Tom Flannery copyright 2007
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Something about a Los Lobos record
makes me feel better on nights like this
when the wall are close enough to touch
and I'm missing your smile and tender kiss
something about the snap in the air
when the month of June has barely touched down
brings to me all the could have beens
that keep knocking themselves around and 'round

In my head
In my head
if you promise to dwell on me instead
I'll forget the words we've never said
In my head
In my head

Something about a sleeping child
dreaming only what she's known
the love and protection of a world
that's kept away with sticks and stones
So while I wield the weapon of gratitude
and focus on the task at hand
somebody idling at a light turned red
it always seems he's got other plans

In my head
In my head
under the radar
and under the bed
It's in my head
It's in my head

So play it boys...and play it loud
and we'll watch the sun go down and up
and give thanks and praise to those who extend
their redemption and their loving cup
now I lay me down to sleep
but It's my soul I long to keep
so if I awake and start to weep
take what's left and sell it cheap

Rosebud a worn down broken sled
let her burn and let the fire spread
In my head
In my head

you gonna come and take away what's mine
with your pharmaceuticals and wine
and tires laying waste to those
with no white powder hanging from their nose

I'm just a family man with a wife and kids
and you're barely house broken shell
I'd mow you down like a blade of grass
get a maintenance job in your new hell
how do you sleep why do you wake
knowing you're a cosmic mistake
always cruising...on the make
never giving....always on the take

cut me but beware the blood
of innocents becomes a flood
in my head
in my head

you gonna come and take away what's mine
with your pharmaceuticals and wine
and tires laying waste to those
with no white powder hanging from their nose

Something about a sleeping child
dreaming only what she's known
the love and protection of a world
that's kept away with sticks and stones
So while I wield the weapon of gratitude
and focus on the task at hand
somebody idling at a light turned red
always seems he's got other plans

In my head
In my head
under the radar
and under the bed
It's in my head
It's in my head