It used to be easy
Just break the glass
And pull in case of fire
But my parents got wise
And moved me away
That was the last time
I saw her
I can see myself
Pouring the gas
And lighting the ring of fire
Making a spectacle of myself
But my firetruck does not come
Cloud-like smoke
In a box-like room
I watch the fish fry
I wait in the dark
With my rubber boots
I wait for an alarm
I see a firetruck
Filled with men
Head for the station house
She looked at me
With false alarm
No lights or sirens on