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Bob Seger

The Fire Inside

The Fire Inside
1991
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There's a hard moon risin' on the streets tonight,
There's a reckless feeling in your heart as you heard out tonight.

Through the concrete canyons to the midtown lights
Where the latest neon promises are burning bright

Past the open windows on the darkened streets
Where unseen angry voices, flash and children cry.

Past the phony posers with their worn out lines,
Their tired new money dressed to the nines,
The low life dealers with their bad designs
And the dilletantes with their open minds.

You're out on the town,
Safe in the crowd,
Ready to go for the ride,
Searching the eyes,
Looking for Clues,
There's nowhere you can hide.

The fire inside.

Well you've been the the clubs and the discotheques,
Where the deal one another from the bottom of the deck of promises.

Where the cautious loners and emotional wrecks
Do an acting stretch as a way to hide the obvious.

Then the lights for down and they dance real close
And for one brief instant they pretend they're safe and warm.

Then the beat gets louder and the mood is gone,
The darkness scatters as the lights flash on,
They hold one another just a little too long,
Then they move appart and then move on.

On to the street,
On to the next,
Safe in the Knowledge that the tried.
Faking the smile,
Hiding the pain,
Never satisfied.

The fire inside,
Fire inside.

Now the hour is late and he thinks you're asleep.
You listen to him dress and you listen to him leave
Like you knew he would.

You hear his car pull away on the street,
Then you move to the door and you lock it
When he's gone for good.

Then you walk to the window and stare at the moon,
Riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky.

Then in comes to you how it all slips away,
Youth and beauty are gone one day.
No matter what you dream or feel or say,
It ends in dust and disarray.

Like wind on the plains,
Sand through the glass,
Waves rolling in with the tide.
Dreams die hard
And we watch them erode
But we cannot be denied.

The fire inside,
Fire inside.

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