Rest your head but not too longnOr else God could cut you downnWallow down but not too deepnGod could take you in your sleepnnAnd beware what's in your headnBefore you go to bednCleanse yourself of all thenBad blood in your veinsnIt's not a game, nonnnWhere's the girl to keep you warmnWhere's that money that you owenIf your nights are made of stonenGod may well leave you alonennYou'll sleep so tightnOn moonless nightsnThat his eyes will surely closenAnd overlook your woesnAnd even let you smilenFor just a while nownnSo never mind your darkest hoursnOr self-mutilating powersn'Cause the pain you thought wasnSettling in is notnIt's moving out, yeah