South Bound we're on our way Blue skies, a sunny day Dream while a short delay We can laugh at all they say Speaking when there are no sounds Acting funny, see the clowns We are near the placid grounds While mocking the little towns And we have our tomorrows And we have our yesterdays A little time we wish to borrow To speak what we want to say The pa**ing day on through the night Sees one through on till the light Mister Sun, don't shine so bright We haven't time to even write