White Hot - Tom Cochrane

Waiting by the shoreline

In Somalia for your reply

I need you to come see me

That’s no lie

The guns are getting closer

The sweat pours like dew

That fell from the trees in Tripoli

In the spring

I’m white hot

I can’t take it anymore

I’m white hot

By the Somalian shore

Yes, I’m burning to the core

I need rain

Cast out from the jungle

With no rations or canteen

For selling faulty riffles

To the thieves in Tanzania

Adventures and misfortune

Nothing wagered, nothing gained

I have wandered through the desert

Found the ocean not the rain

I can remember the nights

By the strand in Tripoli

We were so much cooler then

I had you and my poetry to protect me

We were so much younger then

I need rain

I’m white hot

I can’t take it anymore

I’m white hot

By the Somalian shore

I’m white hot

Yes, I’m burning to the core

I need rain, I need rain, I need rain

I can remember the nights

By the sea in Tripoli

Were, were so much colder then

I had you and my poetry to protect me

We were both soldiers then

Bolder then, colder then

I need rain, I need rain, I need rain

White hot

White hot

Water