When the heat is on you rant and rave   Your poison pen your shotgun slave   You realize life's not the same   Your tortured sighs, they fall like rain      When the cold wind blows I think of you   Your emerald eyes, your golden shoes   You walk away from my rage   On the flaggy shore I watch the waves      Vermilion sky I don't think so   A cigarette and voices low   What should I do--what could I say?   What's going on, let's drift away.