Southern whispers sail across the humid air,
Telling me I have much to bear.
Well, answer me this staring question,
Who are you? And who am I to answer?
Ignore, ignore, ignore again,
Force the painful silence on me 'til I begin
To spread your whispers near and far.
I could escape into the tempting car,
Down the road and to the right.
But I would freeze and think at night
About where I was going
And what was I knowing
About the Southern whispers in mine ear,
So far and yet so startlingly near.
So I may run and hide and disappear,
But I cannot outrun the whispers, my dear.
Hold my hand and bring me to safety,
But you have already gone away.
You've faded deep down
Into the Southern whispers.