[Verse 1] The air was thick and wet Which made it hard to breathe. Stale smoke clings to your breath As you dust off the swing. The old wood creaked and begged As it fought to take your weight. Your breaking all the rules Letting me stay up this late [Pre chorus] You smile more with your eyes Than you do with your mouth. You said “boy this is why I love living here in the South!” [chorus] Watch the way the lightning peeks Out from behind the cloud Count how many seconds Till you hear the thunder loud Smell the way the air grips To the inside of your lungs And listen to what the storm does To all the critters and the bugs Now ever since you was a baby Since the day that you were born It’s been me and you a’watching the Southern Summer Storm [verse 2] The Devil likes to hide himself In the details of our mind. But this little patch of memory He’ll never truly find Your heavy hand rested hard On my shoulder as we gazed Out from the flickering porch light And watched the angels play. [pre chorus] I think of you every time I smell the rain… I miss our time,our moments They’ll never be the same [chorus] Watch the way the lightning peeks Out from behind the cloud Count how many seconds Till you hear the thunder loud Smell the way the air grips To the inside of your lungs And listen to what the storm does To all the critters and the bugs Now ever since you was a baby Since the day that you were born It’s been me and you a’watching the Southern Summer Storm [Guitar solo] [Bridge] He said one day I’d do this For my own when it’s time Well, Now son it’s our turn To be the watchers of the sky [chorus] Watch the way the lightning peeks Out from behind the cloud Count how many seconds Till you hear the thunder loud Smell the way the air grips To the inside of your lungs And listen to what the storm does To all the critters and the bugs Now ever since you was a baby Since the day that you were born It’s been me and you a’watching the Southern Summer Storm [final chorus - Fade out] Watch the way the lightning peeks Out from behind the cloud Count how many seconds Till you hear the thunder loud Smell the way the air grips To the inside of your lungs And listen to what the storm does To all the critters and the bugs Now ever since you was a baby Since the day that you were born It’s been me and you a’watching the Southern Summer Storm
