The moon is competing with orange street lights and I can’t see the stars / I’d rather be walking home on neon streets than walking home in the dark / it’s not fire til it’s lapping at my door / it’s not hunger til it’s burning in me / I’m always competing with the firehouse across the street / trucks come out screaming and they don’t care if they’re interrupting me and my singing / it’s all about me / it’s not fire til it’s lapping at my door / it’s not hunger til it’s burning in me / a bleeding heart can bleed dry with so many sirens crying every night / birds are competing with my neighbor’s TV / I can’t hear myself think / I’d rather be singing in city cacophony than sitting here silently on my poor man’s balcony with no fire to escape / no fire / it’s not fire til it’s lapping at my door / it’s not hunger til it’s burning in me / a bleeding heart can bleed dry with so many sirens crying every night