Going South

Counting every car behind us in the line
Waiting at the checkpoint marking time
Rolling down the window so I don’t have to share
The cigarette smoke hanging in the air
On a journey going south, in the height of the summer
We are leaving the parades, pipers and drummers
As the radio plays ‘In The Summertime’
I want to sing along, but I just know the first line
Over by the trees there’s soldiers hiding
Faces painted green and black
Sitting next to me my brother’s crying
But there’s no turning back
On a journey going south, in the height of the summer
We are leaving the parades, pipers and drummers
As the radio plays ‘In The Summertime’
I want to sing along, but I just know the first line
And it feels good to finally be moving
But the signal’s dropping in and out
I just want to hear the song they’re playing
I want to hear it loud
On a journey going south in the height of the summer
We are leaving the parades, pipers and drummers
As the radio plays ‘In The Summertime’
I want to sing along in the summertime
As the radio plays ‘In The Summertime’
On a journey going south, in the summertime