Fire at Midnight
I believe in fires at midnight when the dogs have all been fed.A golden toddy on the mantle a broken gun beneath the bed.Silken mist outside the window. Frogs and newts slip in the darktoo much hurry ruins the body. I'll sit easy, fan the sparkkindled by the dying embers of another working day.Go upstairs, take off your makeup fold your clothes neatly away.Me, I'll sit and write this love song as I all too seldom dobuild a little fire this midnight. It's good to be back home with you.