Fighting On The Stairs

I'm living in the old house

And fighting on the stairs

And staring at the windows

Breeze blowing through the years

But if I don't get out of this town

Then something is gonna break

'Cause I gotta find my own way now

Through this thick malaise

Well, I don't know where else I can turn now

Makes me often wonder when we're gonna learn

You're wearing too much make-up

Going to the dance

And you're looking my way now

But some people out there take a chance

But your glow in this light is so becoming now

If I don't get out of this town

Something's gonna break

I'm waiting to find my house

And rummage through the ages

Sometimes it feels like we don't stand a chance

And when we go, we go with something pure in our hearts

(This fire is all we got)