text: 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 conviction
  We used to read the funny papers
  Fool around and pull 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 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 cant 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 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 soulmate country
  And I left it all for your head
  Ive got my best foot forward
  And Ill chase you down til youre dead