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
 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
 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
 Iowa