I saw you at the police station
And it breaks my heart to say

Your eyes have wondered off
To something
Distant, cold and gray

I guess you didn't see it coming
Someones got use to slumming
Dreamin' 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
I'm coming to persue her

Down home country and
I rest my face on your bed
I got you ten times over
I'll chase you down till your dead

I saw you on the t.v. station
And it made me want to pray
An empty shell of loveliness
Now dusted with decay

What happened to the funny papers
Smilling was your money maker
Somone oughta situate her
Find a way to educate her

All the way
It's time to come and find you
You can't hide from me girl
So never mind what I do

Down home country and
I rest my face on your bed
I'm in my soul bed country
And I left it all for your head

I saw you in the churchyard
There was no time to exchange
You were getting married and
It felt so very strange

I guess I didn't see you coming
Now I guess it's 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 use to
So now I will refuse to

Down home country and
I rest my face on your bed
I'm in my soul bed country
And I left it all for your head

I got my best foot forward
And I'll chase you down till your dead