After the Heat of the Day
Good Looking Friends
After the heat of the day
Some folks settle for decay
It's always been that way
Pretending to clean up your room
Advice turns into gloom
Settle for the the vice of your dad
The best chance you had to find sleep
The 'coulda-done-more' creeps
Through the parking lot songs
"I'm not part of the problem,"
But you can't help but sing along
"not part of the problem."
The heat secretes from outside in
The secrets beat against your skin
Tracking everybody's sins
Is part of the problem;
After the heat of the day
The car alarms are dramas
And the bulletins, telenovelas
"Primo, andele, don't be outside
For the heat of the day."
Settle in, decay
Settle in, decay
Settle in, decay