Southern Lightning

When we get home there'll be snow

Midnight bright when the lights hang low

I'm as weightless as a skipping stone

When I look at you and I just know

Sweet southern lighting

Kind eyes like waterfalls

Late night Sunday driving

You're a quiet miracle

Chase the sun and find a place to grow

Hide in forests of the northern coast

I'm a woman when I take it slow

I'll be waiting for the overflow

Sweet southern lighting

Kind eyes like waterfalls

Late night Sunday driving

You're a quiet miracle