House On Fire

By JenJo on October 1, 2010

I was a young child

Raised on the holy ghost

I never questioned the faith

But as I got older

And saw beyond black and white

That’s when the sky began to break

They tried to cast out the demon

But I could not ignore

The world in front of my eyes

And as I broke

From that old time religion

I felt the steam begin to rise

Wander the streets

As the man in the shadows

Plays his accordion squeezebox

I linger in a doorway

The midnight air hangs thick as

Spanish moss in a cypress swamp

Many nights and

Many miles I have walked alone

Beneath this sister moon

Tickle my toes

In the soft sinking mud

I slowly move through the bayou

Hear them moan

Holler and stomp their feet

While they play a funeral dirge

Grant me one last wish

Just get me back before sunrise

As they lower me into the earth

I’ve had this feeling

Ever since I rolled out of town

Like a slow moving freight train

I went down

I’ve got this fever and I don’t know why

I feel like my house is on fire

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