Alan Doyle Paper In Fire
She had a dream
Boy it was a good one
So she chased after her dreams
With much desire
When she get too close
To her expectations
Well the dream burned up
Just like paper in fire
Paper in fire
Stinking up the ashtray
Paper in fire
Smoking up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire
He wanted love
With no involvеment
So he chased thе wind
That's all his silly life required
But the days of vanity
Went on and on forever
And he saw his days burn up
Just like paper in fire
Paper in fire
Stinking up the ashtray
Paper in fire
Smoking up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire
Yeah there's a good life
All across these green fields
And every generation
Stares at it from afar now
But we keep no check
On our appetites
And the green fields turn to brown
Just like paper in fire
Paper in fire
Stinking up the ashtray
Paper in fire
Smoking up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire
