Anna Lee spends her time
Staring out at nothing
When the moon's on the rise
Sitting on a porch swing
Anna Lee dreams of other days
Other nights and times of old
When a girl believed in anything
She was told

Chorus:

Way down in the Southland
It's just another day
Buried alive in a memory
That never goes away
The young men of the Southland
The music that played
Only her dreams go unchanged

Anna Lee stands alone
Hidden in the shadows
Listening for someone's voice
Gazing out of windows
Anna Lee dreams of gentlemen
Promises as good as gold
When a girl believed in anything
She was told