He’s a fireman

With the big hands

Cover all the nicest things on Earth, at my expense

He’s a father

Dedicated lover

Under your wing span, even strangers make more sense

I wonder if his Harley Davidson would bring you home tonight

To the place where my shadow’s out of sight

I wonder where his late night call will draw you in tonight

To the place where the fire shines on

Looking down this road

Who will follow?

Just to taste the poison apple and fall into pretence

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