Small Fires

Within the influence of innocence

You were dressed to kill

Pulling styles from the atmosphere

You should have dressed us all

As we surrendered to the worn jets

"Impossible to crash, Impossible to fall"

Like the dim lights on the dash

As we were pulling out of anywhere on any other road

Now i can tell by the way the rain hits the glass

That it wants to be cold

It wants to be snow

Is it falling there

Obscuring small fires

That deign another shining front-page spread

Where old worn men conspire?

So much for Saturdays

And other days when lives are at stake

God forgive us for the hatred

For the risks that we take

Boys forget promises from both coasts

What would it take to get out now?

Is this what they call the end?

Are we sleeping on a dark star?

Is this some saint we all forgot?

Is she burning in a parked car?

Violence is so slow

And patience will do us in

So mothers

Stop looking for you sons in the woods

Because you will find them on CNN

That's when you will try

But you can't evict the sun

It shines on one hour

Every morning

Every day

When you know you are the one