What can you say
out there in the fog
in want of the old fire
you burnt your last log.

The memories are hot
the pain you remember
beneath all the ashes
the last glowing ember

Don't bother to fan it
there's no fuel to burn
let it go out
save the ash for the urn

Turn your attention
to the wood
that needs chopping
do something worthwhile
like sweeping and mopping

Sweep out the soot
and mop up your tears
clean out the attic
let go of your fears

Put on the blues
then something upbeat
get on your warm clothes
walk out to the street

Follow it down
to the steaming creek bed
the mineral water
is something it's said

Melts away saddness
and heats up your head
without all the smoke
without all the dread.

Don't need a fire
the water is good
cleans away everything
and better than wood.

The WORD is the water
still living and true
all that you need
and all that you do

Lie back in the water
you're warm and your'e higher
be free and be healed
and forever on fire.