with these icecaps melting down
with the transistor sound
and my chevrolet terraplane
going around around around
your brains are bored like a refugee from a house that's burning
and the heat wave's calling your name
with a dot dot dot on her brow
and she speaks inside a cloud
with her countenance turning around
it hit me like a gamma ray
smokestack lightning out my window
i want to know what i've lost today
like a refugee from a house that's burning
and the backwater's calling your name