On this sober dawnnthe steam is risingnAll of my friends have gonenand I'm firefightingnAs I stand on your lawnnI remember slightlynHow the flames lit up your songsnHow the sparks surprised mennAnd it made a wonderful soundnI couldn't believe how loudnIt felt like I hadnjust left from the moviesnSo I recorded what I'd foundnonly to lock it awaynBut not anymorenNow it's all coming through mennWe wrote you a birthday songnWith the brothers beside menbut I couldn't play alongnYou were upstairs hidingnnThen I was led astraynWalked by the hand to a placenfar from your waynA set up fool can think he's on holidaysnDon't think he's on holidaysnDon't think he's on holiday