Fire Boat

FIRE BOAT -CARY MORIN (BMI)

RIDERS UP ON HIGH
RIDE IN A QUIET LINE
THEY SEE THE DISTANT MOVEMENT
SMOKEY DUST RISE
WITH A GLANCE NOBODY SPEAKS
BUT USE THE SILENT HANDS
CAREFULLY AS THE SUN RISES

ON FAMILIAR LAND
WITH THE GIFT OF HORSES AND
FUNNY CLOTHES FOR EVERYONE
EVERYONE

THESE DAYS I’M EATING WHITE CLAY
WITH THE EARTH AND SKY
TOUCHING MY FACE
NOBODY EATS
WITHOUT THE LANDS GOOD GRACES
AND THE WARMTH OF THE SUN
WE’LL HAVE BRAND NEW HORSES AND
FUNNY CLOTHES FOR EVERYONE


I WAS HERE BEFORE WHEN I WAS YOUNG
THE OLD ONES WARNED
THIS DAY WOULD COME
CHANGES AND FENCES
AND SPOTTED HERDS
YOUR ENEMY
WILL BECOME YOUR BEST FRIEND
YOUR BEST FRIEND

NIGHTS AGO I STOOD IN THE WATER
AND I BEGAN TO WONDER
WHAT STORY WILL TOMORROW TELL
WE WILL WE SURVIVE AND LIVE IN THIS VALLEY
I CAN HEAR THE CHILDREN LAUGHING
I CAN HEAR YOU CALL MY NAME
THIS COULD BE THE END
AND BECOME NOTHING BUT A DREAM
NOTHING BUT A DREAM

(INSTRUMENTAL)

RIDERS UP ON HIGH
RIDE IN A QUIET LINE
THEY SEE THE DISTANT MOVEMENT
SMOKY DUST RISE
WITH A GLANCE NOBODY SPEAKS
BUT USE THE SILENT HANDS
CAREFULLY
AS THE SUN RISES
ON FAMILIAR LAND
WITH THE GIFT OF HORSES AND
FUNNY CLOTHES FOR EVERYONE
EVERYONE EVERYONE EVERYONE