| Fire on the hill. | |
| Blood on the ground. | |
| Not what you see | |
| On the good side of town. | |
| Not what you'd think. | |
| Gone in a blink of an eye. | |
| Did he know? | |
| Silent and still, | |
| His broken prayer | |
| Falls from his lips, | |
| Vanishing in thin air. | |
| Falls to his knees, | |
| Breathing his sweet lullaby. | |
| And he knows | |
| But could he tell? | |
| Stuck like a horse | |
| On a carousel. | |
| All of the plans | |
| That he made himself | |
| May as well be smoke. | |
| What’s left undone | |
| Pours from his side. | |
| Soul fades away | |
| As an ambulance cries. | |
| So close to home. | |
| There all alone in the dark | |
| And he knows | |
| Last night, | |
| Somebody’s baby, | |
| Last night. | |
| Somebody’s baby died. |
| Fire on the hill. | |
| Blood on the ground. | |
| Not what you see | |
| On the good side of town. | |
| Not what you' d think. | |
| Gone in a blink of an eye. | |
| Did he know? | |
| Silent and still, | |
| His broken prayer | |
| Falls from his lips, | |
| Vanishing in thin air. | |
| Falls to his knees, | |
| Breathing his sweet lullaby. | |
| And he knows | |
| But could he tell? | |
| Stuck like a horse | |
| On a carousel. | |
| All of the plans | |
| That he made himself | |
| May as well be smoke. | |
| What' s left undone | |
| Pours from his side. | |
| Soul fades away | |
| As an ambulance cries. | |
| So close to home. | |
| There all alone in the dark | |
| And he knows | |
| Last night, | |
| Somebody' s baby, | |
| Last night. | |
| Somebody' s baby died. |
| Fire on the hill. | |
| Blood on the ground. | |
| Not what you see | |
| On the good side of town. | |
| Not what you' d think. | |
| Gone in a blink of an eye. | |
| Did he know? | |
| Silent and still, | |
| His broken prayer | |
| Falls from his lips, | |
| Vanishing in thin air. | |
| Falls to his knees, | |
| Breathing his sweet lullaby. | |
| And he knows | |
| But could he tell? | |
| Stuck like a horse | |
| On a carousel. | |
| All of the plans | |
| That he made himself | |
| May as well be smoke. | |
| What' s left undone | |
| Pours from his side. | |
| Soul fades away | |
| As an ambulance cries. | |
| So close to home. | |
| There all alone in the dark | |
| And he knows | |
| Last night, | |
| Somebody' s baby, | |
| Last night. | |
| Somebody' s baby died. |