Southbound 65, in the bucket seat,
drifting away from home and love,
everything sustaining.
Looming in the distance through the Indiana gloom,
red eyed windmills seething in the fog.
I traded all my little glories for a job
plugging in someone else's
name in glowing lights.
I've got no other skill and I've got bills to pay
I'll take this job and shrug it through.
Wake in a hotel room with the TV on loud,
wonder what its like back home
do they even know I'm gone?
Treat myself top breakfast, I am finally in the black.
Just as I get comfortable the call comes through:
Burn it up, we're heading South.
Turn it up, we're heading South.
If this is what I wanted why'm I down all the time?
If this is what I wanted why'm I down?
Southbound and down all the time.
Southbound and down.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Southbound & Down”
came for "high in the morning," stayed for "useless friends," became obsessed with "stay asleep." this band can do no wrong. "i never thought love would be the losing side" sucks as a lyric when you're trying to be a lyricists, cuz it's just not fair. Adam Peterson