Soul Rondeau

If your house caught on fire Would you not do everything you could To save some scrap of hope That you could lay your head down on And, even if it burnt the flesh from your bone You'd be proud of the scar your got for your home And, even if, in the end, you found you were alone Tell me how you could regret fighting for the one thing you will ever own If your boat went under Would you not grab onto something To float in the sea So you survive and make it to shore And, that's just it, isn't it If you could see things for what they are I believe you would be amazed At the monumental mess you've made But, that's just it, isn't it You really have been half dead 'Cause your spirit's eyes are closed And you're walking on clumsy legs