A Warm Sunday Afternoon lyrics

32 degrees today Too tired to sleep too tired to stay out in the sun I've lost track of time Unable to move i watch the white clouds pass me by Iv'e got tobacco under my lip Qhat kind of pipes are they smoking in middle-earth I need a cigarette I need so much right now but really i just need you I'm writing letters in my sleep A good scenario takes place but it's only in my head I've lost track of time Unable to move i watch the white clouds pass me by Cause i've got feelings for you And everything is perfect but the timing An unpredrictable turn But nothing ever happens when i'm ready