it s a hundred degrees on union today i m in the passing lane passing away cause the ac is holding some kind of grudge the sunroof is stubborn the windows won t budge but it don t really matter if the windows won t roll you can t find a breeze to save your damn soul and all this heat must be taking its toll cause i swear oto god i just saw you standing alone by the dixie freeze in your white cotton dress scrapped up knees and i will be damned if that isn t a breeze stirring your butterscotch hair but i remember that summer and that goddamn lake i saw your casket i stood at the wake and heard the soft sounds only a mother can make as she stroked that white cotton dress sweet janine what could all of this mean is it just a dream or am i waking well it can t be a dream hell it all feels too real my foot on this brake my hands on this wheel but you re waving me over i can t help but feel that i m stepping away from my mind so i park my car right there in the street i walk through the traffic can t feel my feet forget all about the afternoon heat now i m just burning with questions sweet janine what could all of this mean is it just a dream or am i waking i sit beside her bewildered i get a peck on the cheek she lifts up her hand before i can speak as she points to my car my body goes weak somehow i know she s pointin at me and the cops and the ambulances the red and blue spin of all the king s horses and all the king s men she takes my hand as i take it all in and we split a purple sno cone sweet janine i see just what you mean it was always a dream i m truly waking it s a hundred degrees on union today i m in the passing lane passing away