Miserable South Songtext
von Josh Rouse

Put on your overcoat
This old house has some kind of draft
Even the warmest of days it seems cold out
Summers never seem to last

Maybe we should move to Arizona
They say the desert has a certain spell
Spent the last three months in South Dakota hills
The difference now I can′t seem to tell

I'm trying to sleep but there′s talk in the air
And the smoke from the room leaves a stench in the air
And you've baited and waited and waited just to...
Oh yeah and uh


Now we find ourselves in turmoil
I write these thoughts down every day
Seems the symptoms of self-discovery
Often lead to our dismay

I'm trying to sleep but there′s talk in the air
And the smoke from the room leaves a stench in the air
And you′ve baited and waited and waited just to... oh

There's no use in trying when you can′t even see
The distinction between what is real and needed
Your hope's gone away
And you′re away and down south
And you're away and down south
So where did you go?