Hiding from the Heatwave

Hiding from the heatwave Listening to the air conditioner hum It's kinda hard to be saved When you don't know what you're running from Sleeping on the counter Is a bowl full of loose change Maybe I could cash in or wait until all hopes out of range Maybe I could be a painter Swimming in that water colored world Thinking in the third dimension Following the brush strokes as they swirl In this vain existence Every pocket hole has been sewn shut Traveling all this distance Just to arrive and then what Driving North on 95 Damn, it's good to be alive The cottonwoods are all in bloom And when the wind picks up... it's snowing in June You better hold on to the good ones Because real loves hard to find Lately I'm been sifting Through all the things that blow my mind How they built the Lincoln Tunnel Beneath the Hudson River bed And if we drove off of this draw bridge Would we both just end up dead Or could we climb out of the window Like in all those movie scenes And make it to the surface As the water swallows the machine Driving North on 95 Damn, it's good to be alive The cottonwoods are all in bloom And when the wind picks up... it's snowing in June All my idols fell They were publicly exposed The bluffs that line the island walls With time and wind erode In my high school yearbook The kid most likely to succeed Is working waiting tables And selling wealthy white kids weed I'm out here in the wild There's no connection on my phone Every noise is an explosion When you're camping all alone And I wanna hear the real shit So pierce my ears or make me weep Cause it's been such a long time Since I caught one I could keep Driving North on 95 Damn, it's good to be alive The cottonwoods are all in bloom And when the wind picks up... it's snowing in June