When you wait and you don’t know what to do Weather or not I will stay here with you Something’s got into the way that light… The light told the lighter to light off the light Southern Winds, Southern Winds
We were young, lying eyes in the sun And tactic foreigns together may run. But then I cry, then I’ll have to explain All of my colors that are going to grey. Southern Winds, Southern Winds.
And where do the boats all go? When they’re out on the Wasteland alone.
So I’ll wait till you come to my side Carried along by an old rusty tide. Living and loving can turn out strange So don’t let them burry, you’re living their way Southern Winds, Southern Winds.