Scratching

There's a pine on fire
And you're eyes get wide
Excited by the violence it inspires
There's a spark on the wire
Oh Joanne, I'm stuck, oh Joanne, I'm tired

And you say, "Oh man, well, you can't out run it
And it can't be undone
Shadows jumping like puppets and laughing at you"

There were times I lied
But there were times where you were clapping and laughing
You were honest times too
There were times you cried
So I said extend your giving hand, Joanne, and I'll cry with you

But I know, I know that I cannot change it
And it can't be undone
Shadows stretching and scratching at your heels where you run
But I know, I know that I cannot change it
It can't be undone
Shadows stretching and scratching at your heels where you run