We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon,

And I'll get over you I'll get over you You're haunting me, taunting me all in my brain Turn off the light and now all that remains Fills me with doubt And I'm shouting your name out loud Why do you wanna put me through the pain? I get the feeling I'll

Big wheels turning Baby I know Turning, turning... I remember the dead of night A lonely light that shines upon the window I see it all so clear The tenderness, the silent tears Out here in the pouring rain Through cold dark waiting days

With your beer in the headlights I swear I never seen, ever seen nothing like you anywhere Sittin' right here, out here in the middle of nowhere I got the key turned back Windows down, I'm turning it up and your spinnin' around Takin' a sip, swingin'

Here comes the knockout I'm throwing down My time is right now (Ayy ayy ayy) Turning your lights out Until the last round Go start a fire, go start a fight No regrets, this is your life Sticking out my chin

You may be wrong but you may be right You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for You may be wrong for all I know Turn out the light Don't try to save me But you may be right Friday night I crashed your party

Having mixed drinks about feelings and you Turn on a neon light At least make it feel like night My head is spinning My resolve is reeling I can tell by the heavy in my heart I'm going down soon No use fighting the fight It's no contest tonight

Do we have to fight again I just want to go to sleep Turn out the light But you want to carry grudges Nine times out of ten I see the storm approaching Long before the rain starts falling Does it have to be the old thing

Oh, coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you, one of these nights One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights We're gonna find out, pretty mama, what turns on your lights The full moon is calling, the fever is high And the wicked wind

Take these crazy hearts Can't you hear the noise? Get out of those lonely arms, my dear And turn into the morning light You've been waiting for so long Need to get yourselves from going Need to get ourselves from