Iowa (Traveling, Pt. 3)

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

Iowa, oh, ooh, oh

Iowa, oh

I, Iowa

Iowa, oh, ooh, oh

Iowa, oh

I, Iowa

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 you know, 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"

Iowa, oh, ooh, oh

Iowa, oh

I, Iowa

Iowa, oh, ooh, oh

Iowa, oh

I, Iowa

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

Oh, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I

I, I, Iowa

Iowa, oh, ooh, oh

Iowa, oh

I, Iowa

Iowa, oh, ooh, oh

Iowa, oh

I, Iowa

Iowa, oh, ooh, oh

Iowa, oh

I, Iowa

Iowa, oh, ooh, oh

Iowa, oh

I, Iowa