A       E
It's too hot to sleep. 
A       E
Let's gather 'round the fan. 
A        E
We can't do nothin' bout the heat, 
A            E               D
so let's just do what we can 


[Chorus]
D         E                      D
and everything 'll be just fine. 
D                              A
Just dream of the Lofty Pines. 


[Verse]
A        E
Well, I dreamed of the Lofty Pines- 
A        E
at least what I thought they were- 
A        E
standing in the forest after nighttime, 
A                  E      D
swaying so cool and sure. 


[Chorus]
D                 E           D
Sure had never been so wrong; 
D                                A
sure like the title of the perfect song. 


[Verse]
A                  E
Now for the spectacular part. 
A                  E
Just then, a pack of matches fell: 
A                  E
a logo of a tree in a heart. 
A                        E         D
They're from the Lofty Pines Motel. 


[Chorus]
D                               E     D
All the while our dreams were our own. 
D                                        A
All the while that didn't mean all alone. 


[Verse]
A       E
Well, I gave the editor my pitch: 
A       E
a series on our cultural wealth, 
A       E
about the "error of catalogues and lists." 
A                   E                D
I call it "Why We Fight...Ourselves," 


[Chorus]
D                  E           D
If only we had nothing to say. 
D                                   A              
If only we'd done nothing that day. 


[Verse]
A             E
"Je suis nee pour la chaleur," 
A             E
she said, in her Manhattan French. 
A             E
"On ne peut rien faire de la chaleur," 
A                  E                 D 
We'll just have to take that chance. 


[Chorus]
D                    E           D
We've got world enough and time, 
D                         A
dreaming of the Lofty Pines.


[Outro]
A                  E
Pines, pines, I dream of the lofty pines……