Singing Is Fire

The birds are on fire
Out there, and I walk across the room
And pull back the shade
And they are out there now

Burning at 5:05 a.m. the darkness lifting
Like a horse, failing through sand now
I've got a blazer of whiskey left and enough stretchers to carry the dead now
But I can't save the burning birds and they are telling me, yes they are telling me

Singing is fire
Singing is flame

Old trains move thought the desert
And the whores sleep with the job done now
Schoolboys dream of laborless love
Or whatever it is you call it this time of night
It's 5:36 a.m. and I still got a little whiskey left
Yes I still got a little whiskey left
So, I still have a chance now
It's really nothing new
Feeling so bad they used to call it the blues
But whatever it is you call it this time of night
I still got a little whiskey left
Yes I still got a little whiskey left
So, I still have a chance now
I still got a chance now
I still got a chance now
And I'm singing

Singing is fire
Singing is flame
Singing is fire

And I am singing

Singing is fire
Singing is flame
Singing is fire