Staring at the Fire

I've always had trouble staying still I stand next to what I hate just for the trill Spent the first quarter of my life on a million dollar bill 'Cause I can't stop staring at the fire We got our crosses and our buildings, build 'em tall And my book's another brick inside the wall We sure make ourselves feel busy, but we don't do much at all Except sit around and stare at the fire And the protesters have gathered in the streets Opposite, a block full of police But they both have the same problem with God as you and me It's that they just can't stop staring at the fire Watch it burn, burn, burn Watch it burn, burn, burn Watch it burn, burn, burn Watch it burn, burn, burn And to an ashram a million miles from here An old man on a blanket appeared He waved me to come closer, and he whispered in my ear "Son, you've got to stop staring at the fire" But all my ego trips come in flocks And they tell me, "Kid, it's really not that hot" Take your anxiety and your guilt, just throw it all on top Now I can't stop standing in the fire Oh, watch me burn, burn, burn Watch me burn, burn, burn Watch me burn, burn, burn Watch me burn, burn, burn Oh, watch me burn, burn, burn Watch me burn, burn, burn Watch me burn, burn, burn Watch me burn, burn, bur