Sun’s sinkin’ slow on a red dirt road, Bare feet swingin’ light where the breezes flowed, June cicadas hum their evenin’ ode, Sky’s blushin’ soft as the daylight slowed. Cold tea sweatin’ in a mason jar, Creek winds driftin’ where the soft nights are, Every breath feels close like a steel-string scar, Strummin’ memories on my old guitar. Grandma’s wind chimes tap a tune so rare, Silver notes go dancin’ through the air, Every sound feels kissed by summer’s flair, Still wrapped up in that Southern air. Where the nights burn slow in a soft night’s prayer. Where the fireflies glow like they just don’t care, And the heart beats soft in the humid glare. Where a young man dreams without goin’ nowhere, Where the world feels right ‘cause the moment’s fair. Just lettin’ time drift in the cool night air. I swear I could live forever there… in that Southern air… Rust-stained rails by the county line, Old freight whistle singin’ through the pines. Barely any reason, barely any time, But summer always gives me different signs. Moon climbs up through the softened air, Paintin’ gold on the night laid bare, Nothin’ fancy, nothin’ to declare, Just a slow dance with the summer air. Grandma’s wind chimes tap a tune so rare, Silver notes go dancin’ through the air, Every sound feels kissed by summer’s flair, Still wrapped up in that Southern air. Where the nights burn slow in a soft night’s prayer. Where the fireflies glow like they just don’t care, And the heart beats soft in the humid glare. Where a young man dreams without goin’ nowhere, Where the world feels right ‘cause the moment’s fair. Just lettin’ time drift in the cool night air. I swear I could live forever there… Maybe it’s the warmth, maybe it’s the slow, Maybe it’s the way July learns to glow. But every summer memory’s hangin’ there— Sticky-sweet and floatin’ In that Southern air. Where the nights burn slow in a soft night’s prayer. Where the fireflies glow like they just don’t care, And the heart beats soft in the humid glare. Where a young man dreams without goin’ nowhere, Where the world feels right ‘cause the moment’s fair. Just lettin’ time drift in the cool night air. I swear I could live forever there… in that Southern air…
