Everyday I lay
In a bed of needles
Oh the summer, the sun
The sky deep and blue

They say it's time to die
They say you better try
Others make their connections
Some people want to fight
Some people wanna get by
Others stuck with addiction

Chorus:
And in my head i'm going southbound
And somehow I don't feel the same

They say it's time to die
They say you better try
Kid you make your connection
You feel the needle bite
Walk on the other side
You are stuck with addiction

And in my head i'm going southbound
And somehow I don't feel the same
6:15 rattles all my bones
At 65 your motor groans
Whatever it takes to get it done
You take your time but you hurry up