South (Of America)

Oh

There's dogs calling awfully out here
There's crows with their mouths filled with tears
And there's black water calling all around where we lay
And i have been sad now too many days
And she would harness my heart if it harnessed that way
So babe, i am going, i am going away

The men are all gorgeous down here
Long and brown like deer
And she's always arriving in her dark river skirt
Winding holes through the valley
Bending bones in the dirt
Hiding poems i had tossed under blankets of sand
Babe, i am sorry. i'm sorry i am

It never gets cold way down here
I can live off of watermelons and beer
And i'll never go hungry; i will never go home
Never call to my lover, "lover, leave me alone."
Never harden my heart like some fruit in the snow
But will walk babe (i know this) unnoticed, unknown