The Fire

You can hide from the heat, you can hide from the man

You can hide from the mob inside a garbage can

You can hide from your ex, hide from the IRS

You can hide from your kids, hide from your mess

You can hide from yourself, you're such a good liar

But you can't hide from the fire

You can flee the flood, and flee the bees

You can flee tyranny or live on your knees

You can flee your job, tunnel out of jail

You can flee from baseball-sized hail

You can flee yourself, you're such a good liar

But you can't flee the fire

There's a burning, got your name

Sinner saint, all the same

End of the tunnel, ain't no light

Only dark, eternal night

You can run from your past, run from your dreams

You can run from the storm and run from the screams

You can run from war, you can run from the beast

You can run from the wicked witch of the east

You can run from yourself, you're such a good liar

But you can't run from the fire