Fire on the hill Blood on the ground Not what you'd see On the good side of town Not what you think Gone in the blink of an eye Did he know?
Silent and still His broken prayer Falls from his lips Vanished in thin air Falls to his knees Breathing his sweet lullaby And he knows
But could he tell Stuck like a horse on a carousel? All of the plans that he made himself May as well be smoke Smoke
What's left undone Pours from his side Soul fades away As an ambulance cries So close to home There all alone in the dark And he knows
But could he tell Stuck like a coin in a wishing well? All of the plans that he made himself May as well be smoke Smoke
Last night Somebody's baby Last night Somebody's baby died
And could he tell Stuck like a horse on a carousel? Just like a coin in a wishing well All of the plans that he made himself May as well be smoke Smoke
