Nolan Neeley - Roman candle

^ABurnt gun powder from a ^Gpaper tube. Their ^Acandles like rockets ^Gexhausting in the alti^Etude You can ^Awatch them in a mad dash in the ^Gunderbrush The ^Amoon's a silver spoon shaping ^Gshadows on the ^Ebluff

Some ^Aboys shoot spitballs from the ^Gback of a room ^ABoys will be boys in any ^Gold town and any old ^Eschool he's ^Aleaving his shell and ^Gkicking her chair he's ^Ateasing with Rachel and he's ^Gtouching, he's touching her ^Ehair

These ^Ateenage boys are like ^Gthat sometimes it's a ^Abeautiful blaze before ^Gunlikely, untimely ^Edemise it's the ^Atrembling spear of ^GMars it's a ^Apowder keg, it's a ^Gshort fuse, and a ^Espark

Now the ^Ateacher wheels in a ^Gtelevision set ^Asmoke pours from the towers like a ^Gchimney or a terrible ^Ewreck The ^Aintercom says ^Gwe've been attacked then the ^APresident declares it a ^Gterrorist ^Eattack

And now the ^Bmthin facade of peace is like ^Dpaint from a brush in a cup of ^Eacetone or a ^Bmjewel in the hand of a thief your ^Dinnocence was stolen and left you huddled ^Ealone

Will I ^F#mever ^Aget to go back ^Ehome Have I ^F#mlost, have I lost, ^Aall that I've ^Eknown Because ^F#mmy soul is ^Asinking like a ^Estone and I'm ^F#mfeeling, yes I'm ^Afeeling all ^Ealone.

^ABurnt gun powder from a ^Gpaper tube. Their ^Acandles like rockets ^Gexhausting in the alti^Etude