Heatwave

When I was a young boy,
I would dream of flying,
And I would fly my plane,
To you, each day,

(Guitar)

It's funny how it changed,
From what we were those days,
I told that I loved you,
And you said you felt the same,

But it was just a heatwave, (x2)

(Guitar)

You leave me standing there,
After all of those years,
And I know it seems to be fine,
To leave this all behind,

'Cause it was just a heatwave, (x4)