The Sun Lyrics

In a town way north of the city

Where days are cold and the nights are pretty

An old man stands there staring at a frying pan

While wind and rain they fight at the window

The sounds of train heard loud now dwindle

But the ticket in his pocket has a better plan

Up higher there's snow on the ground

And even in the light there's no one around

Caus all the people work inside all day

But maybe in the summer all snow will thaw

And we can buy ticket with the money from our job

Gotta leave this cold and get away

They come from the north

They come from the south

They come from the east

They all wanna get pleased

And put their feet in the sand

In the promise land

They want the best

They come to the west

They come for the fun

They come for the sun

Down south it's a different story

The swamp shines bright you can feel its glory

Knocking at your door to come inside

But inside there's an A/C blowing

It's flowing showing where your money's going

So you better save some dough to catch that ride

They come from the north

They come from the south

They come from the east

They all wanna get pleased

And put their feet in the sand

In the promise land

They want the best

They come to the west

They come from the north

They come from the south

They come from the east

They all wanna get pleased

And put their feet in the sand

In the promise land

They want the best

They come to the west

They come for the fun

They come for the sun