Oh, to be a fire in a sunburned sky
Oh, to be a crier when you get too high
Oh, to be an ever -trial of a lover
or on the tenth in the desire
Oh, to be standing in the wind
And the rain of the kind deniers
running in out of the cold
To be the keeper of the fire
but I'll never know who needed it tonight.
Chances are she won't remember
that song that throws him in.
He'll always wonder what it was
that made his daughter call again.
But what if it really was
that singer had a line about show
ing her the ocean in a shell?
Some things you just can't
Some things are just too hard to tell
But I'll never know if it reaches you in time
Oh, to be a crier when you
She's a friend of a friend
I'm singing un der my breath
Eyes closed, but she looks up
She says, hey, I've been in that song
Well, then I guess it can't be wrong
And just like that she sets me free
Oh, it doesn't have to take too long
read the books of poetry,
but don't forget to pay attention
To the trees and what they're making
and that naked wind season
And all the secrets, all the grieving,
all the eyes that help us see
That along some midnight highway
we might set somebody free
but I'll never know if it
Oh, to be a flyer in a sunburned sky
Oh, to be a crier when you get too high
Oh, to be an ever -troubler, ever -lover,
the wind of the doubters,
in the rain of the kind deniers
Oh, and when they all come
running in and out of the cold,
to be the keeper of the fire
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