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.