You cleaned out your room
And under your bed
Lay a picture long forgotten
With a hand to your head
You sigh out loud
As a memory washes over
And buries you
A summer rainstorm
But the shed was dry
With a girl from Carolina
And you held her so tight
For the warmth that the rain denied
As the time had slowed to a flash
And so alive
You listen to them when they say
Cry in the sun
When the devil beats his wife
If you cry cry cry in the sun
Hope I never see the price of my freedom
We dance and sing out
And traced the moon
As it crawled across the night sky
And covered in dew
A lover's pact
Well here's to now and don't look back
And oh how I tried to heed the words written here
For everyone
There's a person place or time
That brings you back and makes you feel alive
Before your reason clouds your eyes
You could rule the world
If you wanted to
Well I hear you're living
Far away
And that life's treated you well
You know that we were young and this picture's old
But I can still hear you say
Through the pounding of the rain
And oh, if you try
Tell me can you hear them say
Cry in the sun
When the devil beats his wife
If you cry cry cry in the sun
Hope I never see the price of my freedom
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