Tekst piosenki
Summers comin I can feel the heat Well burn like butter on the hot concrete Desperation on the city street Lets drag our blanket up to Tar Beach Suntan lotion and a cherry coke There aint no ocean but we seem to float Radios playing our song - up on the roof Somehow dreams dont 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 Its right here in the middle of the madness But oh so far away So dont be hanging round the candy store And dont go hitchin to the Jersey shore It may be sticky and hot, but honey, its ours Just you and me above the penthouse suite Its 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 Its right here in the middle of the madness But oh so far away And late in September when the air is cool Well stop and remember what we used to do So, honey let me show ya what Im livin for Its one story higher than the very top floor Heavens waiting up a fire escape Up on the roof So fly with me above the city streets And well 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 Its right here in the middle of the madness But oh so far away
