In the southern country of whiskey
Driving 1000s miles in Dixie
In the middle of nowhere
Taking chances everywhere
Under palms of Jekyll Island
Was this girl, sitting silent,
Sad, and somewhat disconnected.
I came over, unexpected
She was nice to me all night
Stopping me from useless fight
In the rotten, wooden bar
With a boy who had a scar
We travel everywhere by trains
With no regrets or sudden blames
At nights, I loved to watch my girl,
Who had a little forehead curl
In the mountains, close to lakes
I saw first-time white snowflakes
Melting on my girl's cheek,
It was forever my spiritual peak