this war is over   I'm getting sober in my head   I'm growing older   leaving the colder man for dead   over my shoulder   I loose control again and again   I'm out of order   but on a concrete fundament      feed the burning man inside   try to, try to   feed the burning man tonight   this empty dayride   these lonely days that never end   are out of view      last night I was floating   I saw the flames inside a house   the door wide open   the firebirds were flying out      I wrote it in my book: 'it's the mystery you can't control'   the women, alcohol, the misery in your best friends call   you'll get your share of all this reality TV, somewhere,   keep dreaming      this hurricane that rose is big enough to choose a path   the dusty curb, the scars it made are someones reservoir   the love your searching for is closer than the nearest bar   keep dreaming