Greg Macpherson Heatwave

every second sticks in air so thick

Im on the stairs and Im moving slow

feel the pressure rise under western skies

until its go nowhere else to go

theres nothing left to do tonight

everybodys either gone out or asleep

I hear an old song drift through my window

from a car parked out on the street

waiting for the lights to change



someones leaning out a second story window

taking one last good look around

someones struggling with the words

thinking of the best way to write it all down

in the house next door all the lights are off

no silhouettes behind the screens

over hardwood floors

in through the open doors

im trying not to sleep

waiting for the light to change
[ Heatwave Lyrics ]