Spotlight sweeping an empty stage
 
 For a prima ballerina that has passed away
 
  
  Sirens dopple after semi-automatic report
 
 Chargers whine through the valley concrete
 
 Reminds me of the squeal of stolen Sprees
 
 Across the fields of my memories
  
 
 Summer in the city
 
 Bring me low
  
 
 Lonely backyard dog sings out to the Moon
 
 Beyond the garage, a yellow Zephyr on blocks
 
 Windows rust shut, the fan is not enough
 
 Feel the heat and sorrow descend into my heart
  
 
 Summer in the city
 
 Bring me low
  
 
 Wait up with me tonight if you want
 
 Till the moment is gone
  
 
 Don't go to the BP after dark
 
 Don't be caught dead at the Short Stop
 
 Green lights are flashing, no love for the outer ring
 
 All the cops are working traffic for the stadiums downtown
  
 
 Summer in the city
 
 Bring me low
  
 
 Wait up with me tonight if you want
 
 Until the feeling is gone
  
 
 Mass for the shut-ins, the dread of sleep
 
 It's on ice, but it won't keep
  
 
 Summer in the city
 
 Bring me low
 
 Bring me low
 
 Bring me low