You say love's a third world country

Not a thing to do with art

Maybe that's the explanation

For your ever-starving heart

Cause the landscape's no companion

When it's so desolate and dry

That all your wandering leaves you

Barely brave enough to die

You tell me you're no lover

That I shouldn't wait for you

Well, darling I'm an awful listener

And I'm quite the watchman, too

So don't be surprised if when you

Finally come on home again

You find a candle burning

And a place to rest your head