The Heat Is On

Back in the golden years soaking in ballroom tears where all the dresses once had swayed like when the private I was killed by the robber’s wife just when you thought he had ‘em made out in the line of fire sinking in the mire or laying in wait behind closed doors all clues that lead nowhere i would not try to compare no, none of my pain to yours Oh maybe we’d be better off, saying nothing oh maybe we’d be better off, gagged and bound something our oldest friends could tell us but now our friends are not around oh now the heat is on I saw the heralds come sing out the starting guns all the women standing on broken heels Cadillacs of white came out of the sky no one behind the driving wheels arc’d in perfect row windshields all aglow slowly driving the clouds apart there in the light of day I watched ‘em drive away with an aching in my heart Oh maybe we’d be better off, saying nothing oh maybe we’d be better off, gagged and bound something our oldest friends could tell us but now our friends are not around oh now the heat is on something strange about the color of the air the way the sun shines in a nightmare up at the heavens gate standing in the your way the things you want surrounded by all the things you hate pine and wish for when the past comes back again but you don’t really know how it was back then I know you like to think this world was made for you but any fool could see that never was true Oh maybe we’d be better off, saying nothing oh maybe we’d be better off, gagged and bound something our oldest friends could tell us but now our friends are not around oh now the heat is on