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 you 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)