When the heat is on you rant and rave

Your poison pen your shotgun slave

You realize life's not the same

Your tortured sighs, they fall like rain



When the cold wind blows I think of you

Your emerald eyes, your golden shoes

You walk away from my rage

On the flaggy shore I watch the waves



Vermilion sky I don't think so

A cigarette and voices low

What should I do--what could I say?

What's going on, let's drift away.