Luke Temple Follow

Florida, don't let your daddy get you down
That good in you will make it easier somehow
You woke up this morning praying it would snow
You won't do too good in the cold, you know

Whatever it is, it makes you not trust your mind
You won't find no comfort on the borderline, no anytime

Florida
You better hold out your hand
If it's the line you understand
Then cross it, baby, and move on
Oh

Now and then
Your mother needs you there
Let it be unspoken
But perfectly clear
She used to follow the love of her life
It's hard to accept
She's a good man's wife

Whatever it is that makes you not trust your mind
You won't find no comfort on the firing line, no anytime

Florida
You better hold out your hand
If it's the line you understand
Then cross it, baby, and move on
Florida
We've all been there somehow
If time isn't now, then when?
Get out while you still can!