It’s been three months since I’ve seen the James,
Traveled down Tennessee’s valleys and hollows.
My heart hasn’t stopped for a city like Richmond and the kisses and tea haven’t been as sweet.
Late nights don’t pass like they used to. I spend more time in traffic than I feel alive.
Deep down I know where my home is. Just a few more years and I’ll be fine.
The friends that I’ve made here are sweeter than peaches.
Hardworking and valiant, they know they must fight a legacy of racial colonization and authoritarianism from the Left and the Right.
In Maryland, I learned to love another. In West Virginia, I started loving myself and carried those feelings from the Carolinas to Florida. I got to go down South for my health.
I don’t want to go to the City tonight.
I just want to stay here with you.
This could be anywhere, but I only feel it when I’m down here.
There’s no place like the South to me.
There’s no place that I’d rather be.