Lyrics to Iowa

I only knew you from

three months of tour and a cellular phone.

We talked of the Midwest

and I learned of all that you left behind.



Oh, and the loss runs deep.

Your father and a friend,

a rug pulled from your feet,

But I'll try and give you a place

to lay your tired head and hide your only face.



There's a bed waiting for you.

There's a light that I left on.

There's a purpose for the distance

and the things that I've done wrong



You came to stay with us.

A weekend itself [?]

you weren't missing much.

The day that you left it rained

and the cold weather up north was calling your name.

So I helped to pack your bags,

folding your shirts, the clothes on your back.

Home never felt so far.

In the morning I felt sweaters you dropped in my front yard.



There's a bed waiting for you.

There's a light that I left on.

There's a purpose for the distance

and the things that I've done wrong.

There's a place that you live in

a town that you call home.

There's a state that you visit

but you never stay too long.



You're careful how hold yourself.

I know,

you worry what might happen but i swear

it won't.

So I'm waiting for your voice to make a sound,

but i know every word before they leave your mouth.



There's a bed waiting for you.

There's a light that I left on.

There's a purpose for the distance

and the things that I've done wrong.

There's a place that you live in

a town that you call home.

There's a state that you visit

but you never stay too long.