I'm a child in the guise of a man
I'm a man in the hands of a child
and I'm driving as hard as I can
just trying to make up some miles
I've been out on this road so long
my edges are starting to curl
but I'll sleep when the first flush of Dawn
softens the rim of the world
After all this time I'm still on the line
with a case to prove and a public to move
After all my turning this fire is still burning
and I'm back on show
with a mile to go
with one more mile to go
Her fire was a fire of rage
Under her skin it spread
It festered and blew for an age
then burst from the coils of her head
She cast up a tower of tears
