i hope you ve taken notice of the wandering eyes all the circling wagons and where i draw the line all the birds of prey that keep searching have come to feast on my little black heart and some get discouraged yeah while the other ones starve we ve got to keep moving on and on and on and on and on though the dust might settle on my bones my blood will sneak out after dark oh oh oh tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and brings you to my little black heart a blank slate in the water with nothing sinking in and i just keep repeating whatever goddamn thing i try to trim some fat from the evening throw some meat to the wolves gathered round oh i still get discouraged cause it s just slowing me down everybody got their own thing what s mine is yours and yours is nothing everybody got their own thing what s mine is mine and i got something and even if you re nowhere to be found i have been searching from the start oh oh oh time will set the trap as strong as i was that catches you and brings you to my little black heart