Wild Fire (Live)

Are you chasing down a wild fire
Are trying to make a cold liar out of me?
You want to get high?
You overcome those desires, before you come to me

I know your mama’s kinda sad
I know your papa’s kinda mean
I can take it all away
You can stop playing this shit out on me
Me, me

She keeps a pen behind her ear
In case she’s got something she really really needs to say
She puts it in a notepad
Are you gonna write a book someday?

Of course the only part that I want to read
Is about her time spent with me
Wouldn’t you die to know how you're seen
Are you getting away with who you’re trying to be?
Trying, trying to be

Of course there’s things upon the Earth
We must really try to defend
A lonely beast, a kind heart
Something weak and on trend

I would do it all for her for free
I need nothing back for me
There no sweeter deed may be
Than to love something enough to want to help it get free
Free, free

I know there's something on her mind
Something she needs to get by
Do you cry sometimes?
Do you cry sometimes?

You always say you love me most
When I do not know that I’m being seen
Well maybe someday when God calls me away
I’ll understand what the **** that means

I just know your mama’s kinda sad
And your papa’s kinda mean
I will take it all away
If you will stop playing it out on me
Me, me

I know there's something on your mind
Something you need to get by
Do you cry sometimes?
Do you cry sometimes?

I know your mama’s kinda sad
I know your papa’s kinda mean
I would take it all away
If you will stop playing that shit out on me
Me, me