How was workin’ out in the hot sun?
Tell me everything that you got done.
Slow the time to the beat
And rhythm of the stars & the heat.
A new taste sells its affection to
One with no sense of direction
So pile all the signs away, taste
It all and let yourself astray
I was thinkin’ about runnin’ all the way
I was thinkin’ about goin’ there to stay
How was workin’ out in the hot sun?
Tell me everything that you got done