

Dust on the dashboard,
radio low
Windows rolled down where the dirt roads go
Left my worries at the county line (mhmmm) Just chasing that summer
of mine
And the heat's coming down like a memory
Yeah, it's pulling me back to you and me
Under that southern sky we were flying high
Nowhere to go but we owned the night With your hand in
mine, everything was right (oh yeah) Living on a prayer in the
wild blue light
Old tire swing hanging by the creek
Where we didn't even have to speak
Now the autumn wind is turning cold But that summer flame never
will grow old
Under that southern sky we were flying high
Nowhere to go but we owned the night With your hand in
mine, everything was right (oh yeah) Living on a prayer in the
wild blue light
Yeah,
under that southern sky (under that sky) Just you and I