South

(álbum: Wild World - 2020)

Faded sky, faded tan, floorboard still full of sand
Summer heat's dropping, closing up shopping
Lonely boardwalk empty rides, ghosts of lovers wave goodbye
The carnival's crying, birds all flying, south

I take a turn on your Mama's street wishing I could catch a peek
Of you on that front step, like "Boy are you here yet?"
But I know the truth in the lonesome sound of the choked leaves when they hit the ground
Summertime's dying birds all flying, south

Well it might be over you might be gone
Might not miss me you might've moved on
But my love will still be hanging around
When the birds fly south

I'm Passing Burke's and that neon sign I laugh about the punch you threw that night
No you never did like her, but I never thought you'd fight her
And if I close my eyes I can feel your kiss taste the salt dripping off your lips
But I'm brought back down to Earth by a breeze so cold it hurts

Well it might be over you might be gone
Might not miss me you might've moved on
But my love will still be hanging around
When the birds fly south

When winter sets in
When springtime rolls back to summer again

Well it might be over you might be gone
Might not miss me you might've moved on
But my love will still be hanging around
When the birds fly south