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