the sun beats hot on the roof
the air stands still in my room
the city's slow on the move today
so pour yourself a glass of something cold and sweet
water the flowers in the yard for me
listen to your records in the dark and think of us
1000 miles
don't seem like much
six flights up from the ground
six flights up to heat-thick clouds
the thunder rolls and the rain comes down
open the windows and the doors
open the house up to the storm
hold her close and think of us
1000 miles
don't seem like much
so here I am
and here I'll be
six flights up
and waiting
by my window
i see car wheels turn on the road
down avenues and highways
home
