JUST LIKE FIRE WOULD

One night in a motel room
Eyes cast like steel
I drank the wine they had left on my table
I knew the morning was too far

I smoked my last pack of foreign cigarettes
I stay only to defy
Ihe night was dark and the land is cold
It's frozen right to the bone

And just like fire would, I burn up
Just like fire would
Just like fire would, I burn up

Five hundred miles I have gone today
Tomorrow it's five hundred more
Outside my window the world passes by
It's stranger than a dream

I go to work and I earn my pay load
And the sweat, it falls to the ground
I see you now but we may never meet again, child
The ice is hanging on the door 

Text: Chris J. Bailey, "The Saints"