Midnight in the South

The moon is hanging High and lonesome Cicadas singing Warms winds blowing Salt and live oak Somewhere God knows The street lights glow For their amusement A seaside town Turns navy blue, and I'm getting older And it's good to know there's Still some magic to be found A little truth coming up through the ground Somewhere to drown it out Midnight in the South I've been thinking About you lately The time when you said Nothing's sacred But they don't have this yet And you can bet there's Still some magic to be found A little truth coming up through the ground If you stop and look around Midnight in the South Tomorrow I'll be moving on Some other dream will carry me away But there's a piece I always leave Behind Where there's still some magic to be found A little truth coming up through the ground In a sleepy little town Midnight in the South