June 21

Spotlight sweeping an empty stage
For a prima ballerina that has passed away

Sirens dopple after semi-automatic report
Chargers whine through the valley concrete
Reminds me of the squeal of stolen Sprees
Across the fields of my memories

Summer in the city
Bring me low

Lonely backyard dog sings out to the Moon
Beyond the garage, a yellow Zephyr on blocks
Windows rust shut, the fan is not enough
Feel the heat and sorrow descend into my heart

Summer in the city
Bring me low

Wait up with me tonight if you want
Till the moment is gone

Don't go to the BP after dark
Don't be caught dead at the Short Stop
Green lights are flashing, no love for the outer ring
All the cops are working traffic for the stadiums downtown

Summer in the city
Bring me low

Wait up with me tonight if you want
Until the feeling is gone

Mass for the shut-ins, the dread of sleep
It's on ice, but it won't keep

Summer in the city
Bring me low
Bring me low
Bring me low