Fire on the hill
Blood on the ground
Not what you'd see
On the good side of town
Not what you think
Gone in the blink of an eye
Did he know?

Silent and still
His broken prayer
Falls from his lips
Vanished in thin air
Falls to his knees
Breathing his sweet lullaby
And he knows

But could he tell
Stuck like a horse on a carousel?
All of the plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke
Smoke

What's left undone
Pours from his side
Soul fades away
As an ambulance cries
So close to home
There all alone in the dark
And he knows

But could he tell
Stuck like a coin in a wishing well?
All of the plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke
Smoke

Last night
Somebody's baby
Last night
Somebody's baby died

And could he tell
Stuck like a horse on a carousel?
Just like a coin in a wishing well
All of the plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke
Smoke