Way Down South

Steve Hackett

Dreaming of the rose

I left behind

Staring at these four walls

It's time to hitch a ride



You'll find me way down south

You'll find me way down south

You'll find me



The city's like a ghost town

They can all go to hell

One thought that's with me

To see that Southern belle



You'll find me way ... repeat as before



Blue in the morning

My empty bed

That's why I'm going

Where angels fear to tread



You'll find me way ... repeat as before