[ Featuring THE JANE DEAN BAND ]
I got a lightbulb hanging over my head
But not the idea kind-no, not the idea kind
Caught in the spotlight-like those bugs in silk threads
Of a spider web-oh what a tangled web
We wait for the breezes on summer verandas
Feel the heat tease us on summer verandas
The beading of sweat shines designs on the skin
There's a tempest inside and no whisper of wind
The cadence of crickets comes alive-syncopates
With the pulse of us-beating the pulse of us
We've been framed by the darkness-captivated by fate
Inevitable-it is inevitable
We wait for the breezes on summer verandas
Feel the heat tease us on summer verandas
Ambrosia of perfume-magnolia and rose
Seeps into our senses-pervades our repose
