Love Is A Country

No, there won't be an ambush anytime soonIf the birds are returning, it's safe enough to say that much is trueIn the desert that borders between me and youWhere more than a few good men have failed to come back or get throughAnd the only things living around here don't wanna talkAnd the wine isn't working and the vacancy signs are offThe hardships of marching they've only just begunLove is a country better crossed when you're youngI'm staring in the window of a moving trainThat looks almost human as she barrels down the tracks and comes my wayThis no good dog of mine's got the heart of a strayAnd is down in the ditch lights before I've even a chance to call his nameI'm watching the clouds overwhelming the evening sunIt's just after lightning and before the thunder comesWhen nothing really happens and suddenly then it doesLove is a country better served with someoneI remember the evening you last came homeIt was warm as the devil sat back up with his boots put back onHe said you never get boring, you keep me youngThere's more work than ever and still only one of me to get it doneNow her ring's on the seat riding shotgun next to my hatWith her name on the window where fog settles down on the glassNowhere in the middle of somewhere that has no pastLove is a country you leave and not welcome backYou leave and not welcome backLove is a country that won't be overcomeThat won't be overcome