I saw you at the police station

And it breaks my heart to say

Your eyes had wandered off

To something distant, cold and grey

I guess you didn't see it coming

Someone's gotten used to slumming

Dreaming of the golden years

I see you had to change careers

Far away

But we both know it's somewhere

I saw you on the back page

Of some free press yesterday

The driftwood in your eyes

Said nothing short of love for pay

I know you from another picture

Of someone with the most conviction

We used to read the funny papers

Fool around and pull some capers

Not today

Send a message to her

A message that I'm coming

Coming to pursue her

Down home country

I rest my face on your bed

I've got you ten times over

I'll chase you down 'til you're dead

I saw you on a TV station

And it made me want to pray

An empty shell of loveliness

Is now dusted with decay

What happened to the funny paper?

Smiling was your money maker

Someone ought to situate her

Find a way to educate her

All the way

Time to come and find you

You can't hide from me girl

So never mind what I do

Down home country

I rest my face on your bed

I met my soulmate country

And I left it all for your head

I saw you in the church yard

And there was no time to exchange

You were getting married

And it felt so very strange

I guess I didn't see it coming

Now I guess it's me who's bumming

Dreaming of the golden years

You and I were mixing tears

Not today

Not for me but someone

I never could get used to

So now I will refuse to

Down home country

I rest my face on your bed

I met my soulmate country

And I left it all for your head

I've got my best foot forward

And I'll chase you down 'til you're dead