Summer Russell: Music
Oak Creek Canyon
I had a fancy for winter thoughts
In the August of my youth
I came stargazing to your mountain town
Poking pinholes in the truth
But you rode up to where I was staying
I remember, you were saying:
Let's go down to Oak Creek Canyon
Hold on, little girl, I’m planning
To leave all those doubts abandoned
By the side of the winding road
Cold rain in the warm summer
Looked up and began to wonder
Thought I heard the distant thunder
Of a heart just like my own
Never knew that a sky so gray
Could make a morning clearer
Wind rose in the canyon walls
So I held you a little bit nearer
And I watched the raindrops run
To the arms of the red Sedona sun
All that cold rain in the warm summer
Hot blood has its own thunder
Came flooding my ears from under
The clouds that filled my brain
Cold rain in the warm summer
Heartbeat makes a strange drummer
Don't think I'll ever dance to another
Like the one I found that day
Rainfall on the roof tonight
And my thoughts are miles away
Just wanna turn out the light
At the end of a weary day
And then I hear you riding, right up to my door
I could swear that you’re calling like you did before
So let's go down to Oak Creek Canyon
Look up where the hills are standing
And leave the day abandoned
By the side of the winding road
Cold rain in the warm summer
Heartbeat makes a strange drummer
Don't think I'll ever dance to another
Like the one that we have known
Let's go down to Oak Creek Canyon
Look up where the hills are standing
We can leave it all abandoned
By the side of the winding road.