Black Heart

I hope you've taken notice of the wandering eyes, all the circling wagons and where I draw the lineAll the birds of prey that keep searching have come to feast on my little black heartSome get discouraged while the other ones starveWe've got to keep movingAnd though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after darkTracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heartA blank slate in the water with nothing sinking in, and I just keep repeating every goddamn thingI try to trim some fat from the evening, throw some meat to the wolves gathered roundI still get discouraged because it's just slowing me downWe've got to keep movingAnd though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after darkTracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heartEverybody's got their own thing, what's mine is yours and yours is nothingEverybody's got their own thing, what's mine is mine and I got somethingAnd though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after darkTracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heartAnd even if you're nowhere to be found, I have been searching from the startTime will set the trap as strong as I was that catches you and brings you to my little black heart