Lyric

Southbound train in the morning haze

Winding through these gentle days

Fields are warm and skies unfold

Like stories my heart never told

Dusty boots and an open mind

Left the dark, no need to rewind

Crickets hum where silence grows

Peace is somewhere the spring wind blows

Under the Southern Cross I breathe

Found a place where I can leave

Every sorrow, every fight

Washing clean in soft daylight

Let the southern hills decide

What I keep and what I hide

No more running, no more loss

Just the warmth of Southern Cross

Hands in pockets, I stroll alone

But never felt so much at home

Voices distant, but never gone

They hum in roots and carry on

Wine-stained air, the blossom’s hue

Turns each breath into something new

And all I feared, I now forgive

The south has shown me how to live

Under the Southern Cross I breathe

Found a place where I can leave

Every sorrow, every fight

Washing clean in soft daylight

Let the southern hills decide

What I keep and what I hide

No more running, no more loss

Just the warmth of Southern Cross

A map in my chest

A tune in my soul

The farther I drift

The more I feel whole

Under the Southern Cross I breathe

Found a place where I believe

In the calm, in light and moss

I found myself — Southern Cross