Dirty linen, in the cupboard
Don't want it on my back
Muddy water, in the system
The monkey jumped the sack

I'm looking for future love, who can I turn to?
Looking for paradise, in the heartland
Looking to everyone, who could be anyone
Better turn around, turn around
Don't drive that hammer down

Rise up - in a Sea Of Mercy
Stand up - with the tree of life
Rise up - in a Sea Of Mercy
Better gimme some, gimme some, gimme some air
Sea Of Mercy

Never had no shoeshine, worth the money
Too much dust around
Fishing with the wrong line, no milk and honey
In this dried up ground

I'm looking for sanctuary, where can I turn to?
Looking for Shangri-La, in the heartland
Looking to everyone, father and mother's son
Turn around, turn around
Lay that weapon down

Now I can sleep, with my conscience for a pillow
'Cause this tomorrow, I'm sure I'm gonna see
If there are streams, that only dreamers follow
Then say goodbye, goodbye to me

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BOB MARLETTE, BOB MITCHELL, JOHN WETTON