Fire pit special

The fire keeps burning, but I’m not learning

Just want to know, what the sound of healing is returning

Sound train riding, like that last game never gonna give up, Till the road drives off the cliff

Oh these hard times, they hangin Round

Round my neck, like a stone

Oh these hard times, they hangin

Round my neck, like a stone

Can’t get ahead, lord. Feels like I’m paying dues all alone

Woke up this morning, got that cold rain on my mind

Troubles at my doorsteps, seem right on time

My heart is a worn out suitcase, dragging down that lonesome line

Sparks jump high, like they are trying to touch the night

Flames talk soft, while their glowing orange light

Circles around the pit, where the stories burn bright

Heat on my hands, making cold times feel right

Oh these hard times, they hangin

Round my neck, like stone

Oh these hard times, they hangin

Round my neck, like stone

Can’t get ahead , lord feels like I’m paying

These dues all alone