The Wildest Fire

Time has found an old friend of mine
We said hello, after 20 years gone by
We noticed that a lot had changed
She almost remembered my name
As we looked into each other's eyes
And remembered starry August nights
I always thought we'd meet again
One never knows where or when

Chorus
The wildest fire with stories to tell
A flame to make you a believer
The wildest fire, I wish her well
Somebody must be watching over her
Bridge:
One look into those eyes
Who's there staring right through me
The story behind the lies still remains
A mystery

Now she is holding her paper cup
Searching on for only she knows what
Stopping every passerby
All I can do is wonder why

Chorus

© 2000 Burt Street Music(BMI)
Words and music by Michael Veitch
14 Oriole Drive, Woodstock, NY 12498 (845)679-1108
MVEITCH@aol.com