It was the sun that woke me up, it was too hot to let me sleepnNow that I'm living downtown and all that concrete traps the heatnWell we were up to seven AM we never agreed what was rightnBut, hey, I'll see you tomorrow nightnnWhen we're playing in the basementnLong-haired girls busting through the front doorn'Cause it's just a quiet townnWe college books move back home to New YorknAnd you can get around in the heat without using no public transportn'Cause my house is downhill from everywhere here nnNothing more and nothing lessnthan the finest months you ever put to restnI'll be sweating out for days and hoping you'll be back when summer's overnnPut down the bottles and pick up six-stringn'Cause so far it's the only thing that brings us morenThan whatever's cool we're stuck in (?)nTake off my collar and I play for tennMaybe I'll work in hours just to get to the end.nNow I'm back to broken strings from note bendsnnOhhhhhh the feeling; it's spreading up to the ceiling nwhen the band plays everyone's favourite songnOhhhhhh the feeling; it's spreading up to the ceiling nwhen the band plays everyone's favourite songnOhhhhhh the feeling; it's spreading up to the ceiling nwhen the band plays everyone's favourite songnOhhhhhh the feeling; it's spreading up to the ceiling nwhen the band plays everyone's favourite song