Ninety-five degrees on the black top   I hear it’s cool on mars   used to be a dirt path behind our house   now just speeding european cars   and it’s too hot to play ball   so we sit and watch the summer fade   ninety-five degrees on the black top   ninety-four in the shade, yeah   ninety-four in the shade      well the heat was enormous   it fell like a gorgeous   blanket of indian clay   time drifting over us, stagnant like thunderclouds   pregnant and heavy with rain      this my town ain’t what it used to be   everything seems so much smaller than it   was   this my town they’re cutting down the tree   where we carved out our love I can hear the   buzz, buzz   I can hear just what it was   I can hear the buzz buzz buzz      should’ve seen it comin’ back then   always time for change   they sent hustlin’ pete for a bundle of cash   and they called it an even trade   and it’s to hot to play ball   leather and string frayed at the seams   and the sweet hot smell of rain drenching   the pavement   blacktop tar now a field of dreams      CHORUS      la de da, dai da dai, dai dai   la de da, dai da dai      ninety-five degrees on the blacktop   I hear it’s cool on mars   used to be a dirt path behind our house   now just speeding european cars