Closer to the Flame

Turn it up, don't you know it's the quiet that grows us old

With enough summers gone oh it's easy not to lean it as it's fading out no more

Yeah I don't go Walking After Midnight

Never been out in the Alabama Rain

But I've blown out speakers here to Groveland

The reason's always the same

To be closer, closer to the flame

Where it's blue and they all know my name

Closer to the flame

I think I was 22 when I met you at that party at my old place

Young and dumb, still I got you to come stay with me for a few sweet days

We'd go out Walking After Midnight

Way Downtown we'd sling guitars in the rain

I stuck around I wanted something

Wanted to stay

Doors close and I feel something like safe

Light glows from below to show tranquility's cage

I'll stay leaning, stay leaning