DESCRIPTION:
SOME KIND OF STRANGE DESEASE IS GETTING ME
TOWARD THE SEA OF EVERY PLACE IVE GOT TO LIVE
COME BACK TO ME NEED OF THEE
CROSS THE LINE THAT COUNTS THE MILES UP FROM THE HILL

WE ROW THE BOAT BETWEEN THE MOON AND TIDE AND AS THEY SAY WELL END UP HERE AMONG THE SHIPS
DONT LOOK BACK DOWN KEEP ROW BY
ITS GONNA SCARE YOU BLACK THE LISTENING TALES FROM DEPHT

JUST WATCH THE STARS AND HEAR THE SILENT WIND WEEPING KINDLY FROM YOUR WARM DEAR SOUTH

JUST LEAVE ME HERE DONT WANT BACK THERE I REALIZE THE SUNSHINE IN YOUR EYES
JUST LEAVE ME HERE THE NEED OF THEE
COMES GRACEFULLY THE SUNSHINE IN YOUR EYES

MY FRIEND AND I WOULD GET A SECOND BEER
CERTAINLY WILL COME THE TIME THAT WE MUST SEE GOT TO LEAVE ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS AND PAY WITH TEARS THE PRICE TO HAVE THE NEED OF THEE

JUST LEAVE ME HERE DONT WANT BACK THERE I REALIZE THE SUNSHINE IN YOUR EYES
JUST LEAVE ME HERE THE NEED OF THEE
COMES GRACEFULLY THE SUNSHINE IN YOUR EYES