when the wild eyed dogs of day to day come snapping at your heels when 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 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 lie down take your rest with me