ARSONISTS

A call from a phone booth in Heaven knows where
It rings on and on, but nobody’s there
Sometimes we’re saved by the simplest things
A moon in the sky while a telephone rings

A run-down cafe on the backside of town
A warm shot of bourbon to help the food down
The waitress is pretty-she looks out of place
Thinking of you as I look in her face

Partners in crime, it’s almost insane
We burn ourselves down and pray for the rain
Partners in time, we’re arsonists all
Stand there amazed as the Temple does fall
Some things don’t come back again

A call from a phone booth in Heaven knows where
It rings on and on, but I really don’t care
Sometimes we’re saved by the simplest things
A moon in the sky while a telephone rings

Partners in crime, it’s almost insane
We burn ourselves down and pray for the rain
Partners in time, we’re arsonists all
Stand there amazed as the Temple does fall
Some things don’t come back again