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