Lyrics

Wake up Wake up, Francine The 3 a.m. heatwave I'm watching the clocks again An Indian summer The weather came late this year The little blue suitcase Stands in the room next door Packed with the swim things Untouched since we first moved in Francine Francine I can't sleep I can't sleep I'm down in the kitchen, Francine I can't sleep No place to escape in this heat And I can hear voices Way up, they sing to me Somebody's calling A name I would love to meet And on the car porch I can hear Jackson's sound Fishing the rock pools A swim, that's what I need now A swim, that's what I need now I can't sleep Wake up, Francine The moon's such a picture And we could go swimming Back to the old swimhole Out at Jackson's sound Swimming under the pier Swimming under the pier In the early morning hours In the early morning hours In the early morning hours In the early morning hours Oh Francine, we could go swimming To cool down To cool down We could swim We could swim We could swim We could swim