In the south we celebrate all day. Dance around then go our separate ways. Learn success from the best and slowly you’ll find how long it takes. Dedicated guitarist, suddenly you’re just spinning records. The weekend’s here drink till your hangover lasts you the rest of the year. Words cannot rewind what we have witnessed here tonight. In many moons and many suns, there’s still a battle left to be won. Distance from the rest; divide away. Hiding ashamed, “no one has to see me like this”. When pointed at it’s dreadful when others compare. With eyes half closed find the road. Is this a dream? Wake me up when it’s over. In the south expect a chance of rain. Turn around; the sun has set. Hold your breath you’re drowning. With tiered arms it’s a struggle stay close to the top.