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