Picking up miles running around this track
Until the sweat from my forefathers drips down my back
The crow's never known for being meek
But it's been about a year since I heard him speak
Taxis ride low in the Summer humidity
Time slows down and shrinks until it meets the sea
I'm the sky, I'm the record playing on repeat
I've grown old, I've grown old, in my dreams
We'll have lots of fun talking to each other
"Bye-bye!" Screams the halt of midnight heat approaching the Summer
I'm afraid that we'll get lost, and not have time...
To do anything but put the a/c on high and wait for temperatures to rise