Before They Fall Back Down

Sittin' by the fire on the open road. Thinkin' 'bout the future as the

embers rose. Up into the sky in the cold dark night. Up so high

before they burn out. And they fall. And they fall. And they fall

back down. And they land on my guitar and they land on my clothes.

And I wish that they would burn me up and take me where they go.

Before they fall. Before they fall. Before they fall back down. Before they fall.

Before they fall. Before they fall back down. Into the dirt. Into the earth.

Back into the ground. Into the dirt. Into the earth. Back into the