BURN

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Frosted breath. Broken trees with limbs bare.

Hammers pound nails into the cold air.

All empty now. This is real. 

 

They’re waiting. I’m walking.

My heart beating. My knees knocking.

One false move and I’ll blow it.

I shouldn’t be here now and I know it.

 

Old man’s chilled from fingers to his elbow.

I’m still here chasing my own shadow.

The clouds retreat and it’s just me.

 

They’re waiting. I’m walking.

My heart beating. My knees knocking.

One false move and I’ll blow it.

I shouldn’t be here now and I know it.

 

Burn, engine. Burn, engine. Burn, engine.

Burn until the fuel is gone. Burn until the fuel is gone.

 

The clouds retreat and it’s just me.

 

They’re waiting. I’m walking.

My heart beating. My knees knocking.

One false move and I’ll blow it.

I shouldn’t be here now and I know it.

 

 

PLAYERS

Albert Reda - Bass, Drum Fills

Jim Walker - Percussion, Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, B3, Lead Vocal, Background Vocals