Burning your midnight thoughts in the backwoods.
Sift through the sparks still often enough.
Embers and tied knots turning to ashes.
Shadows are dancing round up above.
Dancing round up above.
Get out the gasoline fore you start things
Lay down the match that calls to your past.
Flames of a pipe dream, turn into smoke rings.
Calling the spirits, pouring the flask.
Burning your midnight thoughts in the backwoods.
Sift through the sparks still often enough.
Embers and tied knots turning to ashes.
Shadows are dancing round up above.
Up above.
Up above.
Dancing round up above.
Dancing round up above.
Up above.
Dancing round up above.