Fireman Songtext
von City Light Thief
Fireman Songtext
For one last time I played the jitterbug waltz
Until my fingers grew numb
Held up my weary side unto the bare walls
I sold my last possession
Held out to reap for as long as I could
Not to give it up for what I had taken
So nothing to hold me back anymore
For one whole year I did nothing but drive
Back and forth across the country
Waiting for the money to run out
The speed was the essence
And I was constantly rushing forward through space
A hunger to be fed at any price
I close my eyes and zoom
Without the slightest tremor of fear
The miles pile up just like the hours
A peculiar way to make amends, yes
Not considering the consequence
Paid off all my debts
And the cost in my own honour and man
Spent seven years a fireman
Only to a father I understood a little late
Mattered what time he took off
He′d appear to be but a voice to her
So let her have all she possibly wants
Even a swingset in the backyard
Too many things have been set in motion
So as long as I don't turn back
I could just as well be invisible
I could just as well be
A hunger to be fed at any price
I close my eyes and zoom
Without the slightest tremor of fear
The miles pile up just like the hours
Not far from Millbrook
I had already been lost for a while
A young man covered with welts and bruises
Hardly keeping up
He heard me coming from the sound of the shifting gears
And for better or worse
He heard me coming from the sound of the shifting gears
And for better or worse
That was how the whole business started
One fine morning at the end of summer
One fine morning at the end of summer
One fine morning at the end of summer
One fine morning at the end
Until my fingers grew numb
Held up my weary side unto the bare walls
I sold my last possession
Held out to reap for as long as I could
Not to give it up for what I had taken
So nothing to hold me back anymore
For one whole year I did nothing but drive
Back and forth across the country
Waiting for the money to run out
The speed was the essence
And I was constantly rushing forward through space
A hunger to be fed at any price
I close my eyes and zoom
Without the slightest tremor of fear
The miles pile up just like the hours
A peculiar way to make amends, yes
Not considering the consequence
Paid off all my debts
And the cost in my own honour and man
Spent seven years a fireman
Only to a father I understood a little late
Mattered what time he took off
He′d appear to be but a voice to her
So let her have all she possibly wants
Even a swingset in the backyard
Too many things have been set in motion
So as long as I don't turn back
I could just as well be invisible
I could just as well be
A hunger to be fed at any price
I close my eyes and zoom
Without the slightest tremor of fear
The miles pile up just like the hours
Not far from Millbrook
I had already been lost for a while
A young man covered with welts and bruises
Hardly keeping up
He heard me coming from the sound of the shifting gears
And for better or worse
He heard me coming from the sound of the shifting gears
And for better or worse
That was how the whole business started
One fine morning at the end of summer
One fine morning at the end of summer
One fine morning at the end of summer
One fine morning at the end
Writer(s): Howard Norman Epstein, Jacques Morali, Henri Belolo, Dennis Frederiksen, James Addison Jr Hunter, Maierhoffer Mark, Daniel William Schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
