“Hot enough for you?”
I hear a thousand times a day.
Everybody you bump into
In Death Valley, that’s what they say.
It’s like one hundred in the shade,
And yes it’s hot enough for me,
But it’s all rhetorical I’m afraid
And no one gives a damn you see.
It’s like in them other places,
They might say, “How you doing?”
But you can see it in their faces,
They don’t care as they keep moving.
And of course it ain’t no different here
Where ‘hot enough’, they’re bound to say;
But in Death Valley it is clear,
They’re so much slower walking away.
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