I'm tired and hungry and about to get wet.
Today has been too tight, too heavy,
And it's not getting thinner with this downpour.
Everyone runs for cover,
Avoiding the bookstore and lingerie boutique.
We all huddle in the coffeeshop and it seems like it's forever.
I see a mother hit her son for the fourth time
since my cigarette's been lit.
She's hitting him because he won't stop crying,
and he won't stop crying because she's hitting him.
We're a hundred miles south of [?] already,
our sweat licking our skin.
[?]ing our clothes in one of those ugly silk fabric kisses.
We're a hundred miles south of [?] already
and we know it's not gonna get much better.
Everyone is crabby dealing with this heat.
They're [?] each other
And everything else that's out of their control.
And now, the wind is picking up.
No, forget an umbrella. I'm going out there, head naked.
Let the typhoon take me somewhere else,
Somewhere clear and cool and void of any emotion.


By: Michele Neves =)