I want to eat when the fire’s done
I want to dance when the bulls have run
Other side of the hard day’s sun
The water’s coming to a boil
I want to ask when the bills are paid
Do the work of my father’s day
See the road from a dead highway
The water’s coming to a boil
Cause there ain’t one way to live in the dark tonight
Life is long and the fire’s bright
The trees don’t lie when the wind goes by
Water of life’s on the tongue tonight
Bring the dog if you must, all right
The world don’t wait on your trust, old wight
I can’t think what the future might
The water’s coming to a boil
Cause there’s nothing to say that has been said
And campfire coffee after the world’s short end
And when your mother father declares the world won’t end
Bring ’em back to the fire
I want to walk in the fire
The books are in the fire
They’re dancing in the fire