Sweet Janine
Quelle: Spotify
It's a hundred degrees on Union today
I'm in the passing lane, passing away
Cause the AC is holding some kind of grudge
The sunroof is stubborn
The windows won't budge
But it don't really matter if the windows won't roll
You can't find a breeze to save your damn soul
And all this heat must be taking its toll
Cause I swear oto God I just saw you
Standing alone by the Dixie Freeze
In your white cotton dress, scrapped up knees
And I will be damned if that isn't a breeze
Stirring your butterscotch hair
But I remember that summer and that goddamn lake
I saw your casket, I stood at the wake
And heard the soft sounds only a mother can make
As she stroked that white cotton dress
Sweet Janine
What could all of this mean
Is it just a dream
Or am I waking?
Well it can't be a dream, hell it all feels too real
My foot on this brake, my hands on this wheel
But you're waving me over I can't help but feel that I'm
Stepping away from my mind
So I park my car right there in the street
I walk through the traffic, can't feel my feet
Forget all about the afternoon heat
Now I'm just burning with questions
Sweet Janine
What could all of this mean
Is it just a dream
Or am I waking?
I sit beside her, bewildered, I get a peck on the cheek
She lifts up her hand before I can speak
As she points to my car my body goes weak
Somehow I know she's pointin' at me
And the cops and the ambulances, the red and blue spin
Of all the king's horses and all the king's men
She takes my hand as I take it all in
And we split a purple sno-cone
Sweet Janine
What could all of this mean
Is it just a dream
Or am I waking?
It's a hundred degrees on Union today
I'm in the passing lane, passing away
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