Neptune's Lover

‘Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor, boo-hoo-hoo
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to yo--’
The song turns to static as we cross the state line of South Carolina, the music blasting as I hurry to shut it off.
"Here we come, Poseidon."