No there won't be an ambush anytime soon

If the birds are returning it's safe enough to say that much is true

In the desert that borders between me and you

Where more than a few good men have failed to come back or get through

The only things living around here don't want to talk

The wine isn't working and the vacancy signs are off

The hardships of marching have only just begun

Love is a country better crossed when you're young I am staring in the window of a moving train

That looks almost human as she barrels down the tracks and comes my way

This no good dog of mine's got the heart of a stray

And is down in the ditch lights before I've even a chance to all his name

I'm watching the clouds overwhelming the evening sun

It's just after lightning and before thunder comes

When nothing really happens and suddenly then it does

Love is a country better served with someone I remember the evening you last came home

It was warm as the devil sat back up with his boots put back on

He said you never get boring you keep me young

There's more work than ever and only one of me to get it done

Now her ring's on the seat riding shotgun next to my hat

With her name on the window where fog settles down on the glass

Nowhere in the middle of somewhere that has no past

Love is a country you leave and not welcome back

You leave and not welcome back

Love is a country that won't be overcome