the sun beats hot on the roof the air stands still in my room the city's slow on the move today so pour yourself a glass of something cold and sweet water the flowers in the yard for me listen to your records in the dark and think of us 1000 miles don't seem like much six flights up from the ground six flights up to heat-thick clouds the thunder rolls and the rain comes down open the windows and the doors open the house up to the storm hold her close and think of us 1000 miles don't seem like much so here I am and here I'll be six flights up and waiting by my window i see car wheels turn on the road down avenues and highways home