Are you lonesome
In your cabin by the woods
With your dog right next to you
Surrounded by piles of books?

Are you still waiting
For the creatures of the night
For those creatures to come by
Just to start another fight?

Heartland can be dry land
If you don’t water each and every single plant

You got her naked
By the first lines of your song
Now you can’t tell right from wrong
Can’t tell love from being stoned

Now she’s leaving you
With the scent of her perfume
In your nose and in your room
Where you wait to meet your doom

Heartland can be dry land
If you don’t water each and every single plant
Heartland can be wasteland
Where some beloved things will get buried underneath the sand
The golden, sparkling sand

Fire and the rain
Pleasure and the pain
Baby, you are everything

But don’t end up like Jon
Sitting in your van
Breathing in the exhaust fumes

Heartland can be dry land
If you don’t water each and every single plant
Heartland can be wasteland
Where some beloved things will get buried underneath the sand
The golden, sparkling sand