You cleaned out your room and under your bed,
  lay a picture long forgotten.
  With a hand to your head,
  you sigh out loud as your memory rushes over and
  buries you.
    A summer rain storm,
  but the shed was dry
  with a girl from Carolina.
  And you held her so tight,
  for the warmth that the rain denied,
  as the timer slowed to a flash.
  So alive, you listen to them when they say...
    [To Chorus:]
  Cry in the sun.
  When the devil beats his wife.
  If you cry, cry, cry in the sun...
  Hope I never see the price of my freedom.
    We'd dance and sing out,
  and trace the moon,
  as it crawled across the night sky.
  And covered in dew, a lover's pact:
  Well, here's to now and don't look back.
  And oh, how I tried to heed the words written here.
    [To Chorus:]
  Cry in the sun.
  When the devil beats his wife.
  If you cry, cry, cry in the sun...
  Hope I never see the price of my freedom.
    [BRIDGE:]
  For every one yeah
  There's a person, place or time,
  that brings you back and makes you feel alive.
  Before your reason clouds your eyes,
  When you could rule the world if you wanted to...
  yeah.
    Well, I hear you're living far away.
  And that life's treated you well.
  You know that we were young,
  And this picture's old.
  But I still can hear you say,
  Through the pounding of the rain.
  And oh, if you try,
  Tell me, can you hear them say...
    [To Chorus:]
    Cry in the sun.
  When the devil beats his wife.
  If you cry, cry, cry in the sun...
  Hope I never see the price of my freedom.