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She’s out here selling ice when the sun hits hard
Same old street, same tired yard
Sweat sticks tight to her worn‑out shirt
People pass, don’t hurt, don’t flirt
Cups clink, ice melts down the wood
Most folks don’t even knock on her mood
Southern heat don’t care how you feel
She counts loose change behind the steel
No daydreams hanging in her head
Just another summer she has to get through instead
Sun beats down without remorse
Every hour dragging its course
Virginia
Hot town, cold ice, nothing nice
Virginia
Days drag slow under burnt‑out skies
Virginia
No lucky end, no surprise
Virginia
Just the heat and the passing lives
Some pull up, yell out what they need
Some walk past, pay her no heed
Magnolia smell hangs heavy, stale
She don’t smile, she don’t tell
Bored eyes scanning the moving traffic line
Nothing changes, time after time
Small cart, small pay, small empty space
Summer keeps running right over her face
No daydreams hanging in her head
Just another summer she has to get through instead
Sun beats down without remorse
Every hour dragging its course
Virginia
Hot town, cold ice, nothing nice
Virginia
Days drag slow under burnt‑out skies
Virginia
No lucky end, no surprise
Virginia
Just the heat and the passing lives
Night rolls in, crowd fades away
She cleans the cart, calls it a day
Nothing magical, nothing grand
Same old weight inside her hands
No secret fate waiting to unfold
Just another summer growing old
Virginia
Hot town, cold ice, nothing nice
Virginia
Days drag slow under burnt‑out skies
Virginia
No lucky end, no surprise
Virginia
Just the heat and the passing lives
Humid air, engine roar
Ice cart sitting by the store
Virginia
