Cold fronts go continental and the sunshine state's on fire. Postcards along the east coast summer seems so far away.
Eighteen hour drives, my body is so restless.
Press your hands to the taxi window long nights end in goodbyes.
There's a chance of rain on tuesday.
Pouring hearts out to you.
Chances that i won't leave this gulf coast until this river takes me back to you.
Writer(s): Ernie Cunningham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com