As I was walking round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion but I might as well try, might as well try
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew without asking she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls
In the heat of the evening when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes, Id been there before, been there before
Well, I aint often right but Ive never been wrong
It seldom turns out the way it does in this song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
Well there aint nothing wrong with the way she moves
Or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And theres nothing wrong with the look thats in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way, I had to let her pass by, let her pass by
Wind in the willows playing Tea For Two
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand
Everybodys playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band
Long distance runner
What you standing there for?
Get up, get up
Get out of the door
Youre playing cold music
On the barroom floor
Drowned in your laughter
And dead to the core
Theres a dragon with matches
Thats loose on the town
Take a whole pail of water
Just to cool him down
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Almost ablaze
Still you dont feel the heat
It takes all you got
Just to stay on the beat
You say its a living
We all gotta eat
But youre here alone
Theres no one to compete
If mercys in business
I wish it for you
More than just ashes
When your dreams come true
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Long distance runner
What you holding out for?
Caught in slow motion
In a dash for the door
The flame from your stage
Has now spread to the floor
You gave all you had
Why you wanna give more?
The more that you give
The more it will take
To the thin line beyond which
You really cant fake
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain
Fire, fire on the mountain