Southern United States

Southern United States

I had a dream I was standing under the Memphis moon

With William Blake painting and Crosby croonin'

And his father was a sailor

Since he left his mother young and since she dressed him the same

So he'd take after his father, without the last name

A Welshman from Tennessee

Yes, he spoke with an accent that resembled no other

He was cut from the cloth, and he showed me his daughter.

Oh, Lily was a rose

Married into money

Oh, but it only changed her clothes

And then she found out what everybody knows

With her eyes half-closed and her hands arisen

She leaned in to talk and I leaned in to listen

She said those political songs, they're worth missin'

I awoke at the wheel

With the wind, road and radio fluttering in my ears

I was following my heart, like I hadn't for years

I put on Lou Reed's Berlin

I had a friend once that asked me, Who needs Berlin?

Oh, I said I guess it depends on the State that you're in

I was stopped at the border

I don't know what it is they thought I had

But by the end, I'd had it

Low Texas drawl coming over the static

I looked up at the bristling stars

They looked so sad, it was the sun, the night and the states