Standing here, in 90-degree land Where nothing is right But the drink in my hand
Sweet saving coolness, fine eastern breeze! I welcome thee warmly, I welcome you, please
Stand fans may blow this languor away, But I cannot stand These bills I must pay
Summer is hot on my heels as I run Through prickly white sands – and the daydream is gone
In thick sticky air, seconds trickle and crawl As sweat from my temples To the sides of my jaw
The sun's got a fever and my blood could be boiling I laze inch by inch though my insides are roiling To be productive in this haze – this hell of a heatwave But instead I'm in bed, just rotting and spoiling
For the tropical summer I'm melting in, right now. )-: