It's the final act,
Director's curtain call,
And this all star cast
Of beautiful
Men and womyn alike
Is only complemented
By the wonderful sets,
And the scripts of gold...go!

Sets of city streets,
Sets of summer heat,
And the way things were.
Growing up and growing old,
1997 - 4 years ago,
All 3 of summer's months,
I still won't let go.

(Hey...)
We've been down this road, and
(Hey...hey...)
The city scrolls.
So (hey...)
In the city streets, and
(Hey...hey...)
In the summer heat.

People don't like the city.
It's too fast for some.
96 degree evenings
Make it uncomfortable for one,
But I remember the time
On the back porch,
The outside world honking,
The city moved so slow, yeah!

(Hey...)
We've been down this road, and
(Hey...hey...)
The city scrolls.
So (hey...)
In the city streets, and
(Hey...hey...)
In the summer heat.

Was it the heat, or the humidity,
Or was it something more?
Could the world have stopped spining
And I witnessed it all?

On my city street,
In my summer heat,
On my city street,
In my summer heat,
On my city street,
In my summer heat,
On my city street,
Was it the heat, or the humidity,
Or was it something more?
Could the world have stopped spining
And I witnessed it all?

(Hey...)
We've been down this road, and
(Hey...hey...)
The city scrolls.
So (hey...)
In the city streets, and
(Hey...hey...)
In the summer heat,
City streets, once again.