Lofty Pines

It's too hot to sleep

Let's gather 'round the fan

We can't do nothing 'bout the heat

Let's just do what we can

Everything'll be just fine

Just dream of the Lofty Pines

Well, I dreamed of the Lofty Pines

At least what I thought they were

Standing in the forest after night time

Swaying so cool and sure

Sure had never been so wrong

Sure like the title of the perfect song

Now, for the spectacular part

Just then a pack of matches fell

A logo of a tree in a heart

They're from the Lofty Pines Motel

All the while our dreams were our own

All the while that didn't mean all alone

Well, I gave the editor my pitch

A series on our cultural wealth

About the error of catalogues and lists

I called it "Why We Fight Ourselves"

If only we had nothing to say

If only we'd done nothing that day

"Je suis nee pour la chaleur"

She said in her Manhattan French

"On ne peut rien faire de la chaleur"

We'll just have to take that chance

We've got world enough and time

Dreaming of the Lofty Pines

Pines

Pines

I dream of the Lofty Pines

I dream of the Lofty Pines

Dream of the Lofty Pines