one spur in the fire, burning now we're clearing the embers away there are many ways this way so I tell you like you're meant to and you're quick to guess my choice was it my trembling hand or my voice?
she said you're stirring tossing, turning just like you would in the night I am sure your choice is right
I've always been a coward been a coward to this day there are many ways this way and your fortune taken from you by men that always say there are many ways this way