I`ve never had a way with women,
but the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could
And I`ve never found a way to say `I love you`,
but if the chance came by, oh, I, I would
But way back where I come from, we never mean to bother,
we don`t like to make our passions other people`s concern
And we walk in the world of safe people,
and at night we walk into our houses and burn.
How I long to fall just a little bit,
to dance out of the lines and stray from the light
But I fear that to fall in love with you
is to fall from a great and gruesome height
So I asked a friend about it, on a bad day,
her husband had just left her, she sat down on the chair he`d left behind
She said, `What is love? Where did it get me?
Whoever thought of love is no friend of mine.`
(chorus)
Once I had everything, I gave it up
for the shoulder of your driveway and the words I`ve never felt
And so for you, I came this far across the tracks,
ten miles above the limit and with no seatbelt (and I`d do it again)
For tonight I went running through the screen doors of discretion,
for I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see:
You were a-wandering out on the hills of Iowa
and you were not thinking of me.