There's something about the Georgia summer afternoons
When the sun goes down and the air gets cool
And it's home to me
It's home to me
And I've been missing that place too much, it seems
Gave up any home just to find my dreams
And it's weighing on me
Oh, it's weighing on me
A halo swaying on me(?)

But I'm only just one second short
Of calling this my own
If I gave you something different
Would you call it the same?
But I'm only just one person
Who, when under this, agree
If I give you simple reasons
Would you still be questioning me?

I climbed a mountain simply looking for advice
And all I found were children playing
Innocent and nice
Everyone was peaceful
And everyone polite
No one to whisper dreams
Would start to be a part of life

I'm only just one second short
Of calling this my own
If I gave you something different
Would you call it the same?
But I'm only just one person
Who, when under this, agree
If I give you simple reasons
Would you still be questioning me?

I found a poor man once
He was the age of fifty-three
He spoke about the government
And the thought of being free
What good does us reason if we fail to see?
What good does us freedom if we fail to be free?