The Fan - Devon Sproule/Mike O'Neill
I'm so afraid you're gonna hate the summer
The heat will be more than a bummer in the summer
When we moved the air was moving all up and down the city
It's gonna be more than a pity when it gets shitty
I know you love to sleep with the windows open
And it's so sad when you have to close them
And the night can't nose in
And the fan goes round and round
Round and round and round
Round and round
Round and round and round round
We'll take a boat out on the Town Lake
With your brother when he comes to see us
We'll fix the rope swing between us in the pre dusk
And I'll fly to Carolina when my sister delivers her second
I'll try to figure if I'm dead set on kids yet
I know the day is long and the night is fleeting
And the clean start could still use some cleaning
When the dog days come creeping
And the fan goes round and round
Round and round and round
Round and round
Round and round and round round
When July has set a record
And August is clawing its way in
When all you want is to stay in
And not let the day in
There will still be ice in our glasses
Night at the end of the day
I hope you feel the same way
Then as you do now
And the fan goes round and round
