How the weatherman complains about the heat A tourist waves a camera on the street The clumsy thumbs of summer point to Kitsilano Beach The trains are in the distance, out of reach, And the whales are moving drowsily in fleets And you were riding sleeveless in the car, And I was swaying legless at the bar You said that we'd be sweethearts when I learned to play guitar, But man, I never learned to play guitar Oh, now I'm swaying legless at the bar For eleven days, you punished me with bliss And a sky in mid-July that held no clouds So I followed your small ankles through a large metropolis, But I lost them when they reached those subway crowds Oh, like a fool, I lost them when they reached those subway crowds