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 your memory rushes over and buries you. A summer rain storm, 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 timer slowed to a flash. So alive, you listen to them when they say... [To Chorus:] 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'd dance and sing out, and trace 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. [To Chorus:] 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. [BRIDGE:] For every one yeah There's a person, place or time, that brings you back and makes you feel alive. Before your reason clouds your eyes, When you could rule the world if you wanted to... yeah. 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 still can hear you say, Through the pounding of the rain. And oh, if you try, Tell me, can you hear them say... [To Chorus:] 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.