I can still see you and me settled down on a couple acres
I see a foothill farm where a dog can run around
And in my mind I’m out there picking out tomatoes
The rest of me just keeps rambling round
Just weatherin the storm of a love that’s off and on
I love you, then I’m gone again
I’m stuck somewhere in the Midwest
Oklahoma is my best guess
Somewhere between holding on and holding out my hand
In no man’s land
In no man’s land
In no man’s land
Your heart is miles and miles of placid ocean
Mine is a rowboat that I drag through landlocked towns
I know deep down it’s all constantly in motion
You know deep down you can’t just keep waiting around
Just weatherin the storm of a love that’s off and on again
I love you, then I’m gone again and again
I’m stuck somewhere in the Midwest
Never better than my best guess
Somewhere between not right now, and if not now, when
In no man’s land
In no man’s land
In no man’s land
If holding on only leaves us empty handed
I’d rather burn it down than leave you stranded
In no man’s land
In no man’s land
