It's too hot to sleep
Let's gather round the fan
We can't do nothing about the heat
Let's just do what we can
Everything will be just fine
Just dream of the lofty
pines
Well I dreamed of the lofty pines
Least what I thought they were
Standing in the forest after night time
Swaying so cool and sure
Sure it'd never been so wrong
Sure like the title of the perfect song
Now for the spectacular part
Of the perfect song
Now for the spectacular part
Now for the spectacular part
Just then a pack of matches fell
A logo of a tree in a heart
There from the lofty pines motel
All the while our dreams were our own
All the while that didn't mean all alone
Oh
All the while that didn't mean all alone


All the while that didn't mean all along
Well, I gave the editor my pitch
A series on our culture, oh well
About the arrow catalog and letters
I call it why we fight ourselves
If only we had nothing to say
If only we'd done nothing that day
Je suis né pour la chaleur
She said in her Manhattan French
Une pourrie inférieure de la chaleur
We'll just have to take that chance
We've got world enough and time
Dreaming of the lofty high
High
High
I dream of the lofty high
I dream of the lofty high
I dream of the lofty high
High
High