Hunting for firewood
Must be some around
In amongst the dirt and the cowboys
Just a spark will do
And I'll run down that fire
Skimming the stones where there are none
Taking shots from an old gun
Whatever takes hold beneath the sun
On forgotten days, let the memories run
Like the one where he said this will do just fine
And we left him there
In khaki army pants
Somewhere out there beneath the sun
He has recalled to repeat
He used to repeat
And they were all found some Sunday afternoons
Some sort of peace was there
Oh, take the money and run
Whatever takes hold beneath the sun
On forgotten days let the memories run
Oh, take the money and run
Hunting for firewood
Must be some around
In amongst the dirt and the cowboys
Just a spark will do
Oh, take the money and run
Whatever takes hold beneath the sun
On forgotten days let the memories run
Oh, take the money and run
Oh, take the money and run
Whatever takes hold beneath the sun
On forgotten days let the memories run
Oh, take the money and run
Notes
Completely unrelated to the What Noise demo of the same name.