Layin' there looking nowhere
Through the rusty screen to the street
And the steam is rising, it seems like you're dying of heat
The sun may be half way to China
But its attitude is hangin' around
And the wind's in Peru what the hell's keeping you in this town
Where the hum of the fan in the windows
And the way that the neighbors fight
Are there to remind you it's one of those hot kind of nights
A light hits where the insects meet
Chapped lips and a barefoot street
Someone's whistling a tune while a three-quarter moon keeps a beat
And you're kicking at all of your covers
There's a haze in the back porch light
It's there to remind you it's one of those hot kind of nights
Out there the neon glows
They kick cans and break windows
And they wait for a breeze to blow
There's something alive, some kind of drumbeat within
It's the sweat on your thighs, it's all the people you've been
There's something like violence rising up from inside of your skin
It's the memory of old time lovers
It's their bitch and their breath and their bite
It's the fire and the fix, man,
You're sick of these hot kind of nights
You're kicking at all of your covers
And you're wondering what sleep would be like
There's no way to win, so give in to the hot kind of nights