steve hackett
way down south
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