Sticky Summer Weather - John Denver
Sticky summer weather always pains me. It's like living beneath a blanket, I can't breathe.
The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much else to see.
Then again, I can't stand the thought of winter, ain't got a fire, there's nobody to keep me warm.
The night is gray, and my coffee tastes so bitter, my memories go raging like a storm.
Seems like twenty years ago it was springtime, the rain was sweet, the wind was cool and clean.
I had a girl, she was a lady I could talk to, now its almost like she'd never been.
I've been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow.
There was a time I think when I remember dreaming, there was a reason I can't find it now.
As I recall, it almost made my life worth living. It must be hiding like the sun behind the clouds.
I've been a long time looking for rainbows, trying to find a way to believe in tomorrow.
Sticky summer weather always pains me. It's like living beneath a blanket, I can't breathe.
The days are like an oven, the nights forever. Nothing to do, not much else to see.
I'm spending a long time looking for rainbows.
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