There's a fire forming, not too far from here Along the east coast maybe, it resides in you, my dear Worn out on our courtesy, we've made our curtain calls
got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk i'm always starving for words when you're around
Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand, Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying. Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion,