A little bit of thunder, a little bit of rain
A little bit of something warm running down the drain
Did you know that if you don't listen you can't get caught
But then a little bit of love, you know, if could have done a lot

A little bit of something equals nothing much
The eyes can follow you, but the rest is cold to the touch
And the voice, the voice it can wash pain from the face
Can loosen the machinery and take you 1000 miles away from this place

Far away from the choir singing in your head
Far away from that little man who shares your thoughts when you lie awake in bed
It all came out too late and now he's marching to a different drummer
He's packing up his things and heading south of summer
South of summer

Dear, whoever you end up to be, it's just me again
You know I'm sick of tired of writing this stuff to a stranger's friends
'Cause everybody out there is talking and I'm up here trying to make a point
You slip, you fall, you get back up again and then you leave this joint
If it ain't loud enough

A little bit of thunder carries a long, long way
No one asked you to come, but now you're gonna have to say
It all came out too late and now I'm marching to a different drummer
I'm packing up my things and heading south of summer
South of summer