The house burned down on Rhode Island Street
Up on Potrero Hill
You showed me the room where you used to sleep
With the broken windowsill
I watch those flames soar through the sky
Fingers of fire and silk
You said you made breakfast for all of your friends
Out of bread and honey and milk
That's when we were young and hungry and played
All through the night until dawn
But you never thought that house would burn down
Without taking us all along
Our names on the paper faded and grey
Are lost somewhere in the dirt
It was never no good for nothing at all
But man it was good for a burn
Now they're thinking that I am to blame
But I swear my fingers are clean
But if thoughts could set sparks then I am the one
Who's been torching down everything
That's when we were young and hungry and played
All through the night until dawn
But you never thought that house would burn down
Without taking us all along
The house burned down on Rhode Island Street
Up on Potrero Hill
