Scratching

There's a pine on fire

And your eyes get wide

Excited by the violence it inspires

There's a spark on the wire

Well Joanna, I'm stuck, well Joanna, I'm tired

And you say, "Oh man", well, you can't outrun it

And it can't be undone

Shadows jumping like puppets and laughing at you

There were times I lied

But there were times when you were clappin' and laughin'

There were honest times too

There were times you cried

So I said

"Extend your giving hand, Joanna"

And I'll cry with you

But I know, I know that I cannot change it

And It can't be undone

Shadows stretching and scratching at your heels when you run

But I know, I know that I cannot change it

It can't be undone

Shadows stretching and scratching at your heels where you run