Movin' South

What's pain but a way of staying sane, yeah What's sane but a way of waving your white flag Sometimes I wish you would just shut your mouth It's got a bit too cold, and I I'm moving south Who stays in a place where they don't get nobody's respect Who likes getting hit by the traffic they've been told to direct And the icy storm's been creeping towards my house It's got a bit too cold, and I, I I'm moving south I prayed, and I never prayed before That summer breeze would come knocking on my door