Beneath the Fireworks

Should I leave, should I stay? I have longed for a new way Got loans at bay, a kin at stake growing old, Sometimes I feel, what’s it all for? Get a rope and tie me up Coz if I walk out this door, I fear I might be gone. To this world that’s calling me, to live on the edge of the river, Sitting here on the fence thinking what are the fireworks are for? All day I read and pray to the lord Then this man breaks into my walls, My knees are weak, but he won’t stop calling my name, Out of the blue he leaves the world in my hands, My true nature, has forgotten me, I wonder how much of this breath I take in is still my own Remind me again, what are the fireworks for? Was it me back in the day with my socks up high slaying ghosts alone? My old man made me believe I’m a Firestone Cut through the winds when I rode the horse like a rolling stone Now I barely walk out the door, so what are the fireworks for? Sold my freedom, sold my hours This is gold, I’ve seen the warning light All my reasons, all my powers Strip me open, I’m barely a bone. Too many go out this way, so what are the fireworks for?