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)