Song Title: Blister    Style: Broadway

 

We just melt, my Dear. It's hot.

Let's go north this year.

Everyday we've got

No cool good spot for a walk; too hot to talk.

Our pink flowers drop. It's hot.

They need some grey, cool shade.

In the burning light it's a mighty fight

Staying cool in old St. George.

Chorus

July and August, oh, we blister.

Told my wife, “yes,“ when I kissed her,

“Going north now heals my blister.”

Boiling daylight, now we're gone.

Old St. George is great. Each year

We're glad to call it home.

But July sneaks in with August heat all around.

More sweat and pain.

So like smart old birds, ancient goals,

Soon turn us to the north.

We find joy in flight and the lapping lake calms

Our bouncing thoughts at night.

Chorus

July and August, oh, we blister.

Told my wife, “yes,” when I kissed her,

“Going north now heals my blister.”

Boiling daylight, now we're gone.

Speaking . . .

Goin' north; goin' north; goin' north.