The Firelight
With two friends, amigos drinking some beers
Cage fighter at Fogges tells me there's gonna be a big fight coming up
A freighter in the fog blows that low horn
Yes you're somewhere out there
Were all going places, another beach, another trail, another port from the storm
Another citizen of Christmas strolls by my tent in the dark, doggy for a stroll and a poop
A beautiful girl waves at me and smiles trying to allure me into the game of Love
I am turning into the stone wall that I look at
The only thing that I have is the water, wind and rain.
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