(paul cotton)
Somebody called the keeper of the fire
Holy smoke I hope he ain’t no lier
I’ve heard tell that while we’re sleeping
All is well and safely keeping
We’re only seeking
Then it came a mornin’ we were feelin’
Just the same
Caring less...let it turnitself to rain
Easy summer, and we’re hung out high and dry
Somebody save us from this feelin’
Feeling in oureyes
Lookin’ out there was a new light burnin’
Turned about everyone there kept on turnin’
Came on through like a childhood yearnin’
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