You cleaned out your room and under your bed,

lay a picture long forgotten.

With a hand to your head,

you sigh out loud as your memory rushes over and

buries you.

A summer rain storm,

but the shed was dry

with a girl from Carolina.

And you held her so tight,

for the warmth that the rain denied,

as the timer slowed to a flash.

So alive, you listen to them when they say...

To Chorus:

Cry in the sun.

When the devil beats his wife.

If you cry, cry, cry in the sun...

Hope I never see the price of my freedom.

We'd dance and sing out,

and trace the moon,

as it crawled across the night sky.

And covered in dew, a lover's pact:

Well, here's to now and don't look back.

And oh, how I tried to heed the words written here.

To Chorus:

Cry in the sun.

When the devil beats his wife.

If you cry, cry, cry in the sun...

Hope I never see the price of my freedom.

BRIDGE:

For every one yeah

There's a person, place or time,

that brings you back and makes you feel alive.

Before your reason clouds your eyes,

When you could rule the world if you wanted to...

yeah.

Well, I hear you're living far away.

And that life's treated you well.

You know that we were young,

And this picture's old.

But I still can hear you say,

Through the pounding of the rain.

And oh, if you try,

Tell me, can you hear them say...

To Chorus:

Cry in the sun.

When the devil beats his wife.

If you cry, cry, cry in the sun...

Hope I never see the price of my freedom.