Come on in,
My weary friend.
The welcome here is endless.
These fears of yours like painted whores,
They will not stay the night.
If all your life, you've done what's right, don't say you felt obliged.
Come along use your timid tongue, too shy to tell your story.
This pain in you so far removed from anything you've known.
So I won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine.
So in a drought learn to dance,
And pray the dead will return.
And dream of smoke without fire.
Just come see me again when it burns.

Somewhere along the way, well I was led astray,
By a wolf in no ones clothing.
It was a brilliant disguise.
And I forgot that life existed,
I thought it was just some kind of game.
That's what brings me to your doorstep, though I don't know why I came today.
Standing still in the dust. given up on the rain.
And as for smoke without fire, I've already laid in the flame.

I've already laid in the flame.
Brother be afraid of flames
Well I ain't afraid of flames.
Oh please, brother be afriad of flames.
(I ain't afraid.)
Brother be afraid of flames.
(I ain't afraid.)