| Song | Southern Cross |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Buffett Live: Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Stephen Stills/Richard Curtis/Michael Curtis | |
| Got out of town on a boat | |
| Goin' to Southern islands. | |
| Sailing a reach | |
| Before a followin' sea. | |
| She was makin' for the trades | |
| On the outside, | |
| And the downhill run | |
| To Papeete. | |
| Off the wind on this heading | |
| Lie the Marquesas. | |
| We got eighty feet of the waterline. | |
| Nicely making way. | |
| In a noisy bar in Avalon | |
| I tried to call you. | |
| But on a midnight watch I realized | |
| Why twice you ran away. | |
| Chorus | |
| Think about how many times | |
| I have fallen | |
| Spirits are using me | |
| larger voices callin'. | |
| What heaven brought you and me | |
| Cannot be forgotten. | |
| I have been around the world, | |
| Lookin' for that woman/girl, | |
| Who knows love can endure. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| When you see the Southern Cross | |
| For the first time | |
| You understand now | |
| Why you came this way | |
| 'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from | |
| Is so small. | |
| But it's as big as the promise | |
| The promise of a comin' day. | |
| So I'm sailing for tomorrow | |
| My dreams are a dyin'. | |
| And my love is an anchor tied to you | |
| Tied with a silver chain. | |
| I have my ship | |
| And all her flags are a flyin' | |
| She is all that I have left | |
| And music is her name. | |
| Chorus | |
| Think about how many times | |
| I have fallen | |
| Spirits are using me | |
| larger voices callin'. | |
| What heaven brought you and me | |
| Cannot be forgotten. | |
| I have been around the world, | |
| Lookin' for that woma/girl, | |
| Who knows love can endure. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| So we cheated and we lied | |
| And we tested | |
| And we never failed to fail | |
| It was the easiest thing to do. | |
| You will survive being bested. | |
| Somebody fine | |
| Will come along | |
| Make me forget about loving you. | |
| At the Southern Cross. |
| Written: Stephen Stills Richard Curtis Michael Curtis | |
| Got out of town on a boat | |
| Goin' to Southern islands. | |
| Sailing a reach | |
| Before a followin' sea. | |
| She was makin' for the trades | |
| On the outside, | |
| And the downhill run | |
| To Papeete. | |
| Off the wind on this heading | |
| Lie the Marquesas. | |
| We got eighty feet of the waterline. | |
| Nicely making way. | |
| In a noisy bar in Avalon | |
| I tried to call you. | |
| But on a midnight watch I realized | |
| Why twice you ran away. | |
| Chorus | |
| Think about how many times | |
| I have fallen | |
| Spirits are using me | |
| larger voices callin'. | |
| What heaven brought you and me | |
| Cannot be forgotten. | |
| I have been around the world, | |
| Lookin' for that woman girl, | |
| Who knows love can endure. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| When you see the Southern Cross | |
| For the first time | |
| You understand now | |
| Why you came this way | |
| ' Cause the truth you might be runnin' from | |
| Is so small. | |
| But it' s as big as the promise | |
| The promise of a comin' day. | |
| So I' m sailing for tomorrow | |
| My dreams are a dyin'. | |
| And my love is an anchor tied to you | |
| Tied with a silver chain. | |
| I have my ship | |
| And all her flags are a flyin' | |
| She is all that I have left | |
| And music is her name. | |
| Chorus | |
| Think about how many times | |
| I have fallen | |
| Spirits are using me | |
| larger voices callin'. | |
| What heaven brought you and me | |
| Cannot be forgotten. | |
| I have been around the world, | |
| Lookin' for that woma girl, | |
| Who knows love can endure. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| So we cheated and we lied | |
| And we tested | |
| And we never failed to fail | |
| It was the easiest thing to do. | |
| You will survive being bested. | |
| Somebody fine | |
| Will come along | |
| Make me forget about loving you. | |
| At the Southern Cross. |
| Written: Stephen Stills Richard Curtis Michael Curtis | |
| Got out of town on a boat | |
| Goin' to Southern islands. | |
| Sailing a reach | |
| Before a followin' sea. | |
| She was makin' for the trades | |
| On the outside, | |
| And the downhill run | |
| To Papeete. | |
| Off the wind on this heading | |
| Lie the Marquesas. | |
| We got eighty feet of the waterline. | |
| Nicely making way. | |
| In a noisy bar in Avalon | |
| I tried to call you. | |
| But on a midnight watch I realized | |
| Why twice you ran away. | |
| Chorus | |
| Think about how many times | |
| I have fallen | |
| Spirits are using me | |
| larger voices callin'. | |
| What heaven brought you and me | |
| Cannot be forgotten. | |
| I have been around the world, | |
| Lookin' for that woman girl, | |
| Who knows love can endure. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| When you see the Southern Cross | |
| For the first time | |
| You understand now | |
| Why you came this way | |
| ' Cause the truth you might be runnin' from | |
| Is so small. | |
| But it' s as big as the promise | |
| The promise of a comin' day. | |
| So I' m sailing for tomorrow | |
| My dreams are a dyin'. | |
| And my love is an anchor tied to you | |
| Tied with a silver chain. | |
| I have my ship | |
| And all her flags are a flyin' | |
| She is all that I have left | |
| And music is her name. | |
| Chorus | |
| Think about how many times | |
| I have fallen | |
| Spirits are using me | |
| larger voices callin'. | |
| What heaven brought you and me | |
| Cannot be forgotten. | |
| I have been around the world, | |
| Lookin' for that woma girl, | |
| Who knows love can endure. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| And you know it will. | |
| So we cheated and we lied | |
| And we tested | |
| And we never failed to fail | |
| It was the easiest thing to do. | |
| You will survive being bested. | |
| Somebody fine | |
| Will come along | |
| Make me forget about loving you. | |
| At the Southern Cross. |