Southern United States I had a dream I was standing beneath the Memphis moon With William Blake painting and Crosby crooning And his father was a sailor Who left his mother young, and so she dressed him the same He took after his father, without the last name A Welshman from Tennessee Who spoke with an accent that resembled no other Cut from the cloth, he showed me his daughter And Lilly was a Rose Married into money but it only changed her clothes With her eyes hair closed and her hands arisen She leaned into talk and leaned in to listen She said those political songs they're worth missing I awoke at the wheel With the wind, road and radio fluttering in my ears I was following my heart like I hadn't for years I put on Lou Reed's Berlin I had a friend once that asked me..” Who needs Berlin?” “well”, I said, “I guess it depends on the state that you're in.” I was stopped at the border I don't know what they thought I had but by the end, I'd had it Low Texas drawl coming over the static I looked up at the bristling stars and they looked so sad it was the Southern United States