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