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 down south You'll find me way down south You'll find me

Blue in the morning My empty bed That's why I'm going Where angels fear to tread

You'll find me way down south You'll find me way down south You'll find me