Southland Of The Heart

When the wild-eyed dogs of day to day
 Come snapping at your heels
 And there's so much coming at you
 That you don't know how to feel
 When they've taken all your money
 And then come back for your clothes
 When your hands are full of thorns
 But you can't quit groping for the rose
 In the southland of the heart
 Where night blooms perfume the breeze
 Lie down
 Take your rest with me
 When thoughts you've tried to leave behind
 Keep sniping from the dark
 When the fire burns inside you but
 You jump from every spark
 When your heart's beset by memories
 You wish you'd never made
 When the sun comes up an enemy
 And nothing gives you shade
 In the southland of the heart
 Where the saints go lazily
 Lie down
 Take your rest with me
 When the preacher lays his insight down
 And claims to lead the blind
 When those you trust just get you hooked
 And trifle with your mind
 When the nightmare's creeping closer
 And your wheels are in the mud
 When everything's ambiguous
 Except the taste of blood
 In the southland of the heart
 There's no question of degree
 Lie down
 Take your rest with me
 In the southland of the heart
 Everyone was always free
 Lie down
 Take your rest with me