Lyrics:

When the heat is on you rant and rave Your poison pen your shotgun slave You realize life's not the same Your tortured sighs, they fall like rain When the cold wind blows I think of you Your emerald eyes, your golden shoes You walk away from my rage On the flaggy shore I watch the waves Vermilion sky I don't think so A cigarette and voices low What should I do--what could I say? What's going on, let's drift away.