Digger - C-Note

Cold fronts go continental and the Sunshine State's on fire.
Postcards along the east coast — summer seems so far away.
Eighteen hour drives; my body is so restless.
Press your hands to the taxi window, long nights end in goodbyes.
There's a chance of rain on Tuesday.
Pouring hearts out to you.
Chances that I won't leave this Gulf Coast until this river takes me back to you.