Fire in the Field

Lyrics

It’s two fifty three in the mornin’
No coffee
Just your face in a frame
from last Halloween
Dressed in white silk as an angel
All done for me
A whip of hair, your silly smile
sayin’ “oh please”
It’s too early to be thinkin’ bout ya
in this new land
Music City’s charms are lost on me

Scandalous lightning
For glory
I used to love the storm
but it’s gone ugly
Scandalous lighting ain’t so pretty
Thunder nods and I wake up wishin’ for you

Thank god my computer died
Tired is our private gold mine
Oh too fine
Oh I blew the last audition
Don’t think of me here
This message ain’t for you
So who am I speakin’ with?
These walls are paper thin
The neighbor’s dog Chuck
might know how down I really am

Scandalous lightning
For glory
I used to love the storm
But it’s gone ugly
Scandalous lighting ain’t so pretty
Thunder nods and I wake up wishin’ for you

It’s three thirty one in the mornin’
Your smile speak
A phantom chase
No start or end
You always seemed to plant yourself
in dry riverbed
and sweat years
and bet on rain
These forces within me
seem to love & hate
what we had and what we never had

Scandalous lightning
For glory
I used to love the storm
but it’s gone ugly
Scandalous lighting ain’t so pretty
Thunder nods and I wake up wishin’ for you