you clean out your room
and under your bed
lay a picture long forgotten
with a hand to your head
you sigh out loud
as the memory rushes over and buries you
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 time has slowed to a flash
so alive listen to them when they say
cry in the sun
when the devil beats his wine
if you cry cry cry in the sun
hope I never see the price of my freedom
we danced and sang out
and traced the moon
as it crawled across the night sky
and covered in dew a lovers' pact
well here's to now and don't look back
and oh, how i've tried
to heed the words written here
cry in the sun
where the devil beats his wine
if you cry cry cry in the sun
hope i never see the price of my freedom
for everyone
if there's a person place or time
that brings you back
and makes you feel alive
before your reason clouds your eyes
well you could rule the world if you wanted to
well i hear you're livin' 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
cry in the sun
when the devil beats his wine
if you cry cry cry in the sun
hope I never see the price of my freedom
hope I never see the price of my freedom
