Written by Angela Faye Martin
LYRICS
There’s nothing more lonely than a house
When you’re flying in a plane
When the people are away at work or playing
There’s nothing more lonely than the land
When you give it away
Well it might as well freeze and it might as well sell
If no one here knows how to stay
Leave it alone
Land of the noonday sun
Leave it alone
Land of the noonday sun
There’s nothing more holy
Than a house of the dying in the rain
Where nobody really needs us or is trying to appease the insane
Where the holly tree is red and the beadboard’s hung
The day’s work is done
Leave it alone
Land of the noonday sun
Leave it alone
Land of the noonday sun
Where the holly tree is red and the beadboard’s hung
The day’s work is done
Leave it alone
Land of the noonday sun
Leave it alone
Land of the noonday sun
Leave it alone
Land of the noonday sun
Leave it alone
Land of the noonday sun
CREDITS
Angela Faye Martin: Voice
Mark Linkous: Optigan, keyboards
PRODUCTION
Produced and engineered by Mark Linkous at Static King
Mastered by Ryan Laurie at REL Recording