There's a wind in the southern sky
There's a smell in the southern sky we share
I swear, I can smell you in the wind sometimes
Brings a tear straight to my eyes, oh Juice
Juice
You are what I need to get through the day
I'm stuck in act two of this play
Such a cliche, what if it was just bad timing
I think so, yeah, I think so
Where'd you go
I wonder if you know
There's a wind in the southern sky
There's a smell in the southern sky we share
I swear, I can smell you in the wind sometimes
Brings a tear straight to my eyes, oh Juice
Juice