Heatwave Songtext
von Greg MacPherson

Every second sticks in air so thick
I′m on the stairs and I'm moving slow
Feel the pressure rising under western skies
Until it′s got nowhere left to go

There's nothing else to do tonight
Everybody's either gone out, or asleep
I hear an old song drift through my window
From a car parked out on the street
Waiting for the lights to change


Someone′s leaning out a second-story window
Taking one last good look around
Someone′s struggling with the words
Thinking of the best way to write it all down

In the house next door all the lights are off
No silhouettes behind the screen
Over hardwood floors and through the open doors
I'm trying not to sleep
Waiting for the lights to change
To change