Shady days in summers fade as the heat grows closer each year
And here we sit, on a dark porch lit like a fire boiling our beers
Is it really time to say bye to the cold of the coats by the canes
Should it really be time to say bye to the folds of the clouds when it rains
Neon signs light up the world, saying they can cool down the days
They're paid for by oil and gas what a strange and mysterious way
Now there's something to say about what we've made
Left, right, up, down, all the fears
But there's nowhere to go when half of us know earths fever will kill us in a year
I hope it's true that someday soon we'll all get together and say
That we still feel the spirit of the cold of the clouds when it rains