Sticky Summer Weather

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.