Greg Macpherson

every second sticks in air so thick
Im on the stairs and Im moving slow
feel the pressure rise under western skies
until its go nowhere else to go
theres nothing left to do tonight
everybodys either gone out or asleep
I hear an old song drift through my window
from a car parked out on the street
waiting for the lights to change
someones leaning out a second story window
taking one last good look around
someones struggling with the words
thinking of the best way to write it all down
in the house next door all the lights are off
no silhouettes behind the screens
over hardwood floors
in through the open doors
im trying not to sleep
waiting for the light to change
[ Heatwave Lyrics ]