Wildfire

What made him so insecure
Walking  around
With  head hanging down

What made the cracks in the wet concrete
Feel so steep
Running  on no sleep

Well  he's doing things his own damn way
Some call it running
Some  call it faith

Getting in trouble
Seeing double
Like the good old days

I  can't, wait much, longer for luck

Chorus:
When I roam I roam like wildfire
Burning down
Everything in my path that I can find
When I roam I roam like wildfire
Burning down
All the dead leaves and the pines
And the pines…

What made the nights all long as hell
Got the TV humming
But he still can't sleep

Its 3:30 in the god damn morning
And he's confiding
Into these six strings

I can't,wait much, longer for luck

Chorus

Bridge:
She woke me
From a comatose sleep
Took my hand
For I was in too deep
And said I think there's
Something in you worth being loved
Said I think there's
Something in you worth being loved…