Way Down South
STEVE HACKETT
Dreaming of the rose
I left behind
Staring at these four walls
It's time to hitch a ride
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me way down south
You'll find me
The city's like a ghost town
They can all go to hell
One thought that's with me
To see that Southern belle
You'll find me way ... repeat as before
Blue in the morning
My empty bed
That's why I'm going
Where angels fear to tread
You'll find me way