The fire burns on and on. That drives me on till all is gone. Except the simple plans. Of mice and men. Back when I was just seventeen. I thought that I knew everything. I could make it in this scene. To be a rising star that only gleamed. But all the answers disagreed. With the questions held for me. I was legal now at twenty-one. I knew the way the world should run. My God just look what I had done. Simply drunk and having fun. Looked for friends but I found none. All alone at twenty-one. The fire burns on and on. That drives me on till all is gone. Except the simple plans. Of mice and men. At twenty-five I was surprised. That I was even half alive. Somehow I managed to survive. I felt my body's doing time. And in my back a hundred knives. From my friends at twenty-five. And now as Gabriel sounds my warning bell. I'd buy your life if you would sell. A year or two if less compelled. So live your life and live it well. There's not much left of me to tell. I just got back up each time I fell. The fire burns on and on. That drives me on till all is gone. Except the simple plans. Of mice and men