It's too hot to sleep Let's gather 'round the fan We can't do nothing 'bout the heat Let's just do what we can Everything'll be just fine Just dream of the Lofty Pines ♪ Well, I dreamed of the Lofty Pines At least what I thought they were Standing in the forest after night time Swaying so cool and sure Sure had never been so wrong Sure like the title of the perfect song ♪ Now, for the spectacular part Just then a pack of matches fell A logo of a tree in a heart They're from the Lofty Pines Motel All the while our dreams were our own All the while that didn't mean all alone ♪ Well, I gave the editor my pitch A series on our cultural wealth About the error of catalogues and lists I called it "Why We Fight Ourselves" If only we had nothing to say If only we'd done nothing that day ♪ "Je suis nee pour la chaleur" She said in her Manhattan French "On ne peut rien faire de la chaleur" We'll just have to take that chance We've got world enough and time Dreaming of the Lofty Pines Pines Pines I dream of the Lofty Pines I dream of the Lofty Pines Dream of the Lofty Pines