And the delta sun burns bright and violent
Mississippi and the cotton wool heat / Sixty-six the highway speaks / of deserts dry, of cool green valleys / Gold and silver veins-shining cities
In this heartland
She feels like water in my hand / Freeway like a river cuts through this land / into the side of love like a burning spear / And the poison rain brings a flood of fear / Throught the ghostranch hills, Death Valley waters / in the towers of steel belief goes on and on
In this heartland / In this heartland / In this heartland / Heaven knows this is a heartland
