Good Luck
Man On Fire
I've been feeling presidential, emotions torrential, so many things to do, so much potential. But every night when I go to bed I'm thinking of you. My brain is overloaded, the public is bloated, but they can put that in their pipe and smoke it. I think I finally understand how to feel satisfied

When I know that this can't be the real thing at least for now all I can do is think about all of the time that we have. And if this doesn't work out and things just don't pan out if I can't make you love me then oh well - at least I'll have been a good man. But you've gone to a place I can't follow where the air is so dry I can't swallow. But maybe it'll rain tomorrow...or tonight. Like it did when we were in Ohio then we drove through the night to my Mom's house. In the basement we turned all the lights off, side by side

You make me feel like a man on fire, like a man that could never get tired. Now I'm wondering how we expired, does this feel right? Cuz I could just be a good friend, like a brother, or maybe I could be your lover. It could be one or the other, or both...in time

We'll give it some time and I'll sing alone, give it some time and you'll find your new home. We'll be in Minnesota(?) or out on the road, but just call me and I'll come to you. We'll give it some time and I'll sing alone. Give it some time and you'll find your new home. We'll be in Minnesota(?) or out on the road, but just call me