Текст песни Tar Beach - John Sebastian

Summer′s comin' I can feel the heat
We′ll burn like butter on the hot concrete
Desperation on the city street
Let's drag our blanket up to Tar Beach
Suntan lotion and a cherry coke
There ain't no ocean but we seem to float
Radio′s playing our song - up on the roof
Somehow dreams don′t seem so outa reach
When we make magic up on Tar Beach
Tar Beach - it may not be an island paradise
Tar Beach - it may not be a sunset on the bay
It's right here in the middle of the madness
But oh so far away
So don′t be hanging round the candy store
And don't go hitchin′ to the Jersey shore
It may be sticky and hot, but honey, it's ours
Just you and me above the penthouse suite
It′s a private party up on Tar Beach
Tar Beach - it may not be an island paradise
Tar Beach - it may not be a sunset on the bay
It's right here in the middle of the madness
But oh so far away
And late in September when the air is cool
We'll stop and remember what we used to do
So, honey let me show ya what I′m livin′ for
It's one story higher than the very top floor
Heaven′s waiting up a fire escape
Up on the roof
So fly with me above the city streets
And we'll spend summer up on Tar Beach
Tar Beach - it may not be an island paradise
Tar Beach - it may not be a sunset on the bay
It′s right here in the middle of the madness
But oh so far away