This My Town (Live)

Ninety-five degrees on the blacktop
 I hear it's cool on Mars
 Used to be a dirt path behind our house
 Now, just speeding European cars
 And it's too hot to play ball
 So we sit and watch the summer fade
 Ninety-five degrees on the blacktop
 Ninety-four in the shade
 Yeah, ninety-four in the shade.
 Well, the heat was enormous
 It fell like a gorgeous
 Blanket of Indian clay
 And time, drifting over us
 Stagnant like thunderclouds
 Pregnant and heavy with rain
 This my town
 Ain't what it used to be
 Everything just seems so much smaller than it was
 This my town
 They're cutting down the tree where
 We carved out our love--
 I can hear the "buzz, buzz"
 Should have seen it coming back then
 Always time for change
 They sent Rose Hustlin' Pete for a bundle of cash
 And they called it an even trade.
 And it's too hot to play ball
 Leather and wood, frayed at the seams
 And the sweet hot smell of rain drenching the pavement
 Blacktop tore down a field of dreams
 Ninety-five degrees on the blacktop
 I hear it's cool on Mars
 Used to be a dirt path behind our house
 Now just speeding European cars.