I saw you at the police station and it breaks my heart to say Your eyes had wandered off to something distant, cold and grey I guess you didn't see it coming Someone's gotten used to slumming Dreaming 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 drift wood in your eyes said nothing short of love for pain I know you from another picture Of someone with the most convictions We used to read the funny papers Fooled around and pulled some capers Not today, send a message to her A message that I'm coming, coming to pursue her Down your country I rest my face on your bed I've got you ten times over, I'll chase you down 'til you're dead I saw you on a TV station and it made me wanna pray An empty shell of loveliness is now dusted with decay What happened to the funny paper? Smiling was your money maker Someone oughta situate her Find a way to educate her All the way, time to come and find you But you can't hide from me girl, so never mind what I do Down your country I rest my face on your bed I bet my sovereign country and I left it all for your head I saw you in the church and there was no time to exchange You were getting married and it felt so very strange I guess I didn't see it coming And now I guess it's me who's bumming Dreaming of the golden years You and I were mixing tears Not today, not for me but someone I never could get used to, so now I will refuse to Down your country I rest my face on your bed I bet my sovereign country and I left it all for your head I got my best foot forward and I'll chase you down 'til you're dead