You clean out your room and under your bed lay a picture long forgotten.
With a hand to your head, you sigh aloud as the memory rushes over and
buries you. Summer rain storm, you share the drive with a girl from
Carolina. And you held her so tight for the warmth that rainy night as
the time was slowed to a flash. So alive, don't listen to them when
they say: Cry in the sun when the devil why. If you cry, cry, cry in
the sun. Hope I never see the price of my freedom. Yeah. You dance
and sing out. Chase the moon as it crawls across the night sky.
You come on into lover's pact. Kiss her now and don't look back.
And oh how I've tried to keep to what's written here. Cry in the sun
when the devil why. If you cry, cry, cry in the sun.
Hope I never see the price of my freedom. Yeah. For everyone yeah,
there's a person, place, or time that brings you back and makes you feel
alive well you could rule the world if you wanted to. But I hear you're
livin' far away and that life's treated you well. You know that we were
young and this picture is old, but I still can hear you say you look out
in of the rain. And oh if you try, tell me, can you hear them say, cry
in the sun. When the devil why. If you cry, cry, cry in the sun.
Hope I never see the price of my freedom. Hope I never see the price
of the freedom. Yeah. |