Gord Downie Lofty Pines
It's too hot to sleep
Let's gather 'round the fan
We can't do nothing 'bout the heat
Let's just do what we can
Everything'll be just fine
Just dream of the Lofty Pines
Well, I dreamed of the Lofty Pines
At least what I thought they were
Standing in the forest after night time
Swaying so cool and sure
Sure had never been so wrong
Sure like the title of the perfect song
Now for the spectacular part
Just then a pack of matches fell
A logo of a tree in a heart
They're from the Lofty Pines Motel
All the while our dreams were our own
All the while that didn't mean all alone
Well, I gave the editor my pitch
A series on our cultural wealth
About the "Error of catalogues and lists"
I call it "Why We Fight... Ourselves"
If only we had nothing to say
If only we'd done nothing that day
"Je suis nee pour la chaleur"
She said in her Manhattan French
"On ne peut rien faire de la chaleur"
We'll just have to take that chance
We've got world enough and time
Dreaming of the Lofty Pines
Dream of the Lofty Pines
Dream of the Lofty Pines
Dream of the Lofty Pines
