There Will Be Fireworks South Street
Stayed up late, we tried to dream ourselves away
We've been growing up with grace
Been wondering if I should stay
Well if you say so
Heaven knows she's not quite who she hoped she'd be
And heaven knows I disagree
She's not in time and don't misspeak
You wild and worldly boy
So keep your front door closed
Keep your ears to the ground, keep your eyes in the open road
Don't go
And since I can't forget
I want to breathe out your lungs and cast a whole new silhouette
I want to
The sky could fall tonight for all I care
On South Street, I won't be there
After night, I met you at the station side
Slightly drunk but quite contrite
I'm wired to the moon tonight
I'm going nowhere
Faster now, headlong through the side street
Make Christmas lights come on for me
Make me believe the make believe
So keep your front door closed
Keep your ears to the ground, keep your eyes in the open road
Don't go
And since I can't forget
I want to breathe out your lungs and cast a whole new silhouette
I want to
The sky could fall tonight for all I care
On South Street, I won't be there
Song Ends with the poem, "Bright Is the Ring . . . "
"Bright is the ring of words
When the right man rings them
Fair the fall of songs
When the singer sings them
Still they are carolled and said --
On wings they are carried --
After the singer is dead
And the maker buried
Low as the singer lies
In the field of heather
Songs of his fashion bring
The swains together
And when the west is red
With the sunset embers
The lover lingers and sings
And the maid remembers."
-- Robert Louis Stevenson
