Under The Sun - Michael Franks, P. Diddy

Snow in my shoes

Mid-Winter blues

Have got me down

(Just point me South… let's go now)

The clothes on my back

Are too Pasternak

From sole to crown

Where in the hell’s the snowplow?

Down 95

We’ll come alive

And by the time we get somewhere

Near Savannah

Give Winter the slip

It’s well worth the trip

To be togerther

Under the sun

Under the sun

Stress is undone

With every mile

We travel down that highway

Hot tea and songs

It won’t be long

Till we arrive

At our island hideaway

Unpack the car

See how things are

We’ll roll up all the Blinds

To let some light in

We’ve come a long way

Small price to pay

To be together

Under the sun

And every evening watch the sunset

Oh the gardenia scent is sweet

Remember me, I’m from out West and

I need the heat

Under the sun

Over the opal sea

Sometimes a cloud

Sails along harmlessly

Under the sun

Sambaing hand-in-hand

You and me two

Sandpipers in the sand