Layin' there looking nowhere Through the rusty screen to the street And the steam is rising, it seems like you're dying of heat The sun may be half way to China But its attitude is hangin' around And the wind's in Peru what the hell's keeping you in this town Where the hum of the fan in the windows And the way that the neighbors fight Are there to remind you it's one of those hot kind of nights A light hits where the insects meet Chapped lips and a barefoot street Someone's whistling a tune while a three-quarter moon keeps a beat And you're kicking at all of your covers There's a haze in the back porch light It's there to remind you it's one of those hot kind of nights Out there the neon glows They kick cans and break windows And they wait for a breeze to blow There's something alive, some kind of drumbeat within It's the sweat on your thighs, it's all the people you've been There's something like violence rising up from inside of your skin It's the memory of old time lovers It's their bitch and their breath and their bite It's the fire and the fix, man, You're sick of these hot kind of nights You're kicking at all of your covers And you're wondering what sleep would be like There's no way to win, so give in to the hot kind of nights