Cowtown

It's so hot around, and the schools let out

So the pools will flood, write my name in mud

And I feel like flying away from here

Yeah, I feel like crying, but I'm all out of tears

Well, freedom was a pretty word they'd throw around the chapel

All the blonde haired angels throwing songs at the ceiling

'Til they'd all come falling one by one

Yeah, they'd all come falling out into nothing

It's so hot around in this old cowtown

And no one ever makes a sound except me on this guitar

And I feel like flying away from here

Yeah, I feel like crying, but I'm all out of tears