Fire Burning
© Jon Horne 1993

It's three o'clock in the morning
We've been howling at the moon too long
Around the fire
It's another world that he comes from
Chewing the fat, singing the song
Skirting around the subject
Until she comes and sits by the fire

Arch-backed and yawning
She's been listening in too long
Now she knows what I think
Now she wants to know where I come from
Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair?
Skirting around the subject
I wish someone else would wake up

And still the fire is burning
And still the fire is burning
And there's nowhere else to go

He sits on the sidelines
He's looked at us together for too long
Around the fire
It's another world that she comes from
I'm out of my league, and he still won't leave
So we can be on our own now
And there's no way to leave the fire