In The Hot, Hot Rays

Heat like a dead weight Still covering' the street outside So heavy that the dogs can't hide In the hot, hot rays Out on the sidewalk It's a river where the children go Come and join the August show In the hot, hot rays In the hot, hot rays In the hot rays I get old I could never know what the dead man sees I could never know what the deaf man hears Or know what the dead man fears Even if you were incomplete Brother let it go And I'll find my way If you want to know Indian summer I will make it back here to you somehow Under the fog Underneath the fog I try to play God Do my best to keep the heat at bay Maybe that would make you want to stay In the hot, hot rays In the hot, hot rays In the hon, hot rays