Southern United States

Southern United States
I had a dream I was standing under the Memphis moon
With William Blake painting and Crosby croonin'
And his father was a sailor
Since he left his mother young and since she dressed him the same
So he'd take after his father, without the last name
A Welshman from Tennessee
Yes, he spoke with an accent that resembled no other
He was cut from the cloth, and he showed me his daughter.
Oh, Lily was a rose
Married into money
Oh, but it only changed her clothes
And then she found out what everybody knows
With her eyes half-closed and her hands arisen
She leaned in to talk and I leaned in to listen
She said those political songs, they're worth missin'

I awoke at the wheel
With the wind, road and radio fluttering in my ears
I was following my heart, like I hadn't for years
I put on Lou Reed's Berlin
I had a friend once that asked me, Who needs Berlin?
Oh, I said I guess it depends on the State that you're in
I was stopped at the border
I don't know what it is they thought I had
But by the end, I'd had it
Low Texas drawl coming over the static
I looked up at the bristling stars
They looked so sad, it was the sun, the night and the states