Woke up Sunday afternoon
With a subterranean coal fire in my heart
TV still blaring from the night before
Woke me with a start
It said half the state is burning
On five one hundred mile long fronts
And it's a hundred degrees in the shade
And I guess I must be savin' up on luck
Walkin' through a thick yellow heat
Empty molten streets stickin' to my feet
Through suburb after suburb church yards
Fresh cut grass barking dogs and pin-eyed geeks
Searching for my family of friends and loves
I longtime left behind
And it's a hundred degrees in the shade
And in their turn they've all moved on
And could that be the same opaque sun
That shone on Bohemian fields of ice
The one that I looked in the eye
As I walked upon the water just like Jesus Christ
A frozen lake your hugs and kisses
All wrapped up in your long white fur coat
And it's a hundred degrees in the shade
And I guess I must be savin' up on luck
And it's a hundred degrees in the shade
And honey I'm missing you a lot
