South - Kip Moore

Faded sky, faded tan, floorboard still full of sand

Summer heat’s droppin', closin' up shoppin'

Lonely boardwalk empty rides, ghosts of lovers wave goodbye

The carnival’s cryin', birds all flyin', south

I take a turn on your Mama’s street wishin' I could catch a peek

Of you on that front step, like «Boy are you here yet?»

But I know the truth in the lonesome sound of the choked leaves when they hit

the ground

Summertime’s dyin' birds all flyin', south

Well it might be over you might be gone

Might not miss me you might’ve moved on

But my love will still be hangin' around

When the birds fly south

I’m Passin' Burke’s and that neon sign I laugh about the punch you threw that

night

No you never did like her, but I never thought you’d fight her

And if I close my eyes I can feel your kiss taste the salt drippin' off your

lips

But I’m brought back down to Earth by a breeze so cold it hurts

Well it might be over you might be gone

Might not miss me you might’ve moved on

But my love will still be hangin' around

When the birds fly south

When winter sets in

When springtime rolls back to summer again

Well it might be over you might be gone

Might not miss me you might’ve moved on

But my love will still be hangin' around

When the birds fly south