No one could tell you right from wrong.
Carried by the wind,
Lit a match, threw it in, burnin'.
See the smoke rising all the way through the west.
Just another test, in the face of all regret.
Still learning right from wrong.
You know I'm not your enemy, are you out of line?
When all the earth lies empty, it's your turn to shine.
So shine on!
Even the heathens, bowing down for days.
All in dumb daze, giving thanx and praise. Still burnin'!
The show, show must go.