Southern United States - Leif Vollebekk

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