You lost all your vision
While steeped in some mulch of opinions
You got caught in indecision
And moved to New York City
Now there's death in the air
We can't open the mail
We all know the end is in sight
You better be southbound
To make things right
To face down your demons
To wash out the bridges to your temples
You better be southbound to relinquish
The death of your home
Now there's tears in your eyes
I'm wondering why
Your hands are clasped so tight
Must've been southbound to make things right
The world that you've seen
It's ugly and mean
Now your heart's filled with contempt and spite
You could be southbound to make things right