I used to run with the idiots, I cut my teeth in one resentful tribe When something dark lightens up again, I won't lie, it feels alright
Who wants a life on a moving train? The never-ending mountains crawling by, Pretending I can't see anything, No heart, or no eyes Heatwave, heatwave
Someone will ask "now where have you been?" And in the silence, they might crack a smile, Well, we all know that you're talented, But you're dead, and I'm alive Heatwave, heatwave
