Lyrics Southern Wind - Full Tote Odds, Taylor Jones

Southern Wind

She’s had enough pissed off with his antics
Can’t face the strain, or change with an addict
Friends tell her to leave believing madness
Is just days from her grieving sadness
Times are tough now, coz dealing with heartbreak
Is taking its toll when she’s livid and can’t take
The pain.
An Immanent escape is near
Coz she spent 2 years now living in fear
With a packed suitcase she vacates the premises
A love for this man now a damned arch nemesis
It ain’t over.
No it’s far from the finish line,
Leaning on a bad premonition from the bitter swine
No trust now it’s turned to obsession
You’d think over time that he’d learn his lesson
The burning question is what’s the quest with his next sin?
Wait till he finds out at home that she left him
He’s on the way home from work trying to understand it
They been together for a lifetime something vanished
Through any weather in the right mind but it happens
Once strong, the love gone nothing matters!
Parks the car and storms up the staircase
Straight to the bedroom calling the threats wait!
he strains for air,
On the look for his bird but the cage is bare
With a phone makes one call to check in
Little does she know that his mate’s a detective
Traces the number she laid 'for her exit
Paces the room to the plate for his next hit
Getting high, clearing his mind
no time for the weak or the tear in his eye
No time for the grief what he’s feeling inside
It’s time tonight, he might say his last goodbye!
He’s on the gas and all out of his powder
The love that he has aint allowed to be soured
She’s let go now to flee from his power
Broke through a crack and free now to flower
At her work mates place on a mattress
No damn clue he’s on the chase with an address
He’s on a 1 way trip full of madness
Quick with the sips of the bourbs that he brandished
Her love or her life now what’ll it be
He plots out the scene with his bottle of beam
She’s lost in her dreams all’s well so it seems
But wakes from the light of the torch that he beams
He leans for a touch, she screams in disgust.
Work mates suss and she keys in the fuzz
Deep in his clutch when the cops swing round
He pulls out his piece and a shot rings out!
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