Southern United States I had a dream I was standing under the Memphis moon With William Blake painting and Crosby croonin' And his father was a sailor Since he left his mother young and since she dressed him the same So he'd take after his father, without the last name A Welshman from Tennessee Yes, he spoke with an accent that resembled no other He was cut from the cloth, and he showed me his daughter. Oh, Lily was a rose Married into money Oh, but it only changed her clothes And then she found out what everybody knows With her eyes half-closed and her hands arisen She leaned in to talk and I leaned in to listen She said those political songs, they're worth missin' I awoke at the wheel With the wind, road and radio fluttering in my ears I was following my heart, like I hadn't for years I put on Lou Reed's Berlin I had a friend once that asked me, Who needs Berlin? Oh, I said I guess it depends on the State that you're in I was stopped at the border I don't know what it is they thought I had But by the end, I'd had it Low Texas drawl coming over the static I looked up at the bristling stars They looked so sad, it was the sun, the night and the states