It was a hot afternoon,
last day of june,
and the sun was a demon,
the clouds were afraid,
one-ten in the shade,
and the pavement was steaming.
i told billy-ray,
in his red chevrolet,
i needed time for some thinking,
i was just walking by,
when i looked in her eye,
and i swore it was winking.
She was 31 and i was 17,
i knew nothing about love, she knew everything,
when i saw down beside her on the front porch swing,
and wondered what the coming night would bring.
The sun closed her eyes,
as it climbed in the sky,
and it started to swelter,
the sweat trickled down the front of her gown,
and i thought it would melt her.
She through back her hair,
like i wasn't there,
and she sipped on a julep,
her shoulders were bare,
and i tried not to stare,
when i looked at her two lips.
And when she looked at me,
i heard her softly say,
i know you're young,
you don't know what to do or say,
but stay with me until the sun has gone away,
and i will chase the boy in you away.
And then she smiled and we talked for a while,
and we walked for a mile to the sea,
we sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand,
but i saw the sun rise as a man.
Ten years have gone by,
since i looked in her eye,
but the memory lingers,
i got back in my mind,
to the very first time,
and feel the touch of her fingers,
It was a hot afternoon,
last day of june,
and the sun was a demon,
the clouds were afraid,
one-ten in the shade,
and the pavement was steaming...