South Bound we're on our way
Blue skies, a sunny day
Dream while a short delay
We can laugh at all they say
Speaking when there are no sounds
Acting funny, see the clowns
We are near the placid grounds
While mocking the little towns
And we have our tomorrows
And we have our yesterdays
A little time we wish to borrow
To speak what we want to say
The pa**ing day on through the night
Sees one through on till the light
Mister Sun, don't shine so bright
We haven't time to even write