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 didnt see it coming,
Someones gotten used to slumming.
Dreaming of the golden years,
I see you had to change careers.
Far away, but we both know its 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 convictions.
We used to read the funny papers,
Fooled around and pulled some capers.
Not today, send a message to her.
A message that Im coming, coming to pursue her.
Down home country,
I rest my face on your bed.
Ive got you ten times over,
Ill chase you down til youre dead.
I saw you on a TV station and it made me wanna pray.
An empty shell of loveliness is now dusted with decay.
What happened to the funny paper?
Smiling was your money maker.
Someone oughta situate her,
Find a way to educate her.
All the way, time to come and find you.
You cant hide from me girl, so never mind what I do.
Down home country,
I rest my face on your bed.
I met my soul mate country
And I left it all for your head
I saw you in the church and there was no time to exchange.
You were getting married and it felt so very strange.
I guess I didnt see it coming,
Now I guess its me whos 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 soul mate country
And I left it all for your head
Ive got my best foot forward
And Ill chase you down til youre dead