VFD

Me and my friend and this boy named Eddie

We was bored one afternoon

We was sitting in the hay

It was a hot Texas day

And we was playing with matches like some kids do

We would throw our matches into the high dry grass

Close our eyes and count to ten

And then race the burning field

Doing the toe and heel

We'd die laughing and do it all over again

Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire

Ready steady go it was down to the wire

We was racing inevitability

We was making trouble for the V F D

I'm sure that you know how this story goes

Our little fire ran out of control

Somebody called for the V F D

It was not me, it weren't me, Jack

They drive from fifteen miles away

So by the time they arrived I'm sorry to say

The field was black

The sky was grey

And you know those barns they store hay in?

The volunteers all shook their heads

And then I recalled one of them said

This fire was no accident

No, this fire started with a match

I slowly backed into the crowdMe and Eddie we looked at each other

We never mentioned it to this day

But my friend, she went and told her mother

Jesus!

She said

Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire

Ready steady go it was down to the wire

We was racing inevitability

We was making trouble for the V F D

We was raising insurance premiums

We was spreading fear of arson

All around Kelsey