This is dedicated to William
Shakespeare,
Stephen King,
and Anne Margaret.
The campground is quiet.
Everyone's gone to pine
needles or smoking
As I sing a song about unfulfilled romance
an d untouched desire
Pokin' around in the ashes,
too close to the fire
Pokin' around in the ashes,
too close to the fire
Her name was Vanessa,
she tore me apart
She left smoke on my brain,
she put rocks in my heart
We sat in the front row
on the left corner aisle
She damn near punched my ticket
when she flashed me a smile
Wil liam
Shakespeare'd get speechless
if he looked at her lips
And Ann -Margaret'd get jealous
if she saw this girl's hips
And I'll have to censor
all the thoughts that transpired
Poking around in the ashes
too close to the fire
Poking around in the ashes
too close to the
And I tried to stay focused,
but her eyes were too much
We blushed when we giggled,
but we never did touch
When I looked at my test scores,
I put my head in my hand
And I wrote I love Vanessa on
the final exam
Three o 'clock Monday,
the last school bell rang
I ran to her sports car
and I screamed out her name
And all I remember before I went black
As I saw her talkin' to the star quarterback
So listen up, campers
It's better I learn
Get stung by an ember
Before you get burned
Cause the saints shared the flames
With the thieves and the liars
Pokin' round in the ashes
Too close to the fire
Pokin' round in the ashes
Too close to the fire
I poke around in the ashes
Too close to the fire