Lofty Pines

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