Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fire Inside, artist - Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band.
Date of issue: 29.07.2021
Song language: English
The Fire Inside |
There’s a hard moon risin' on the streets tonight |
There’s a reckless feeling in your heart as you head out tonight |
Through the concrete canyons to the midtown light |
Where the latest neon promises are burning bright |
Past the open windows on the darker streets |
Where unseen angry voices flash and children cry |
Past the phony posers with their worn out lines |
The tired new money dressed to the nines |
The low life dealers with their bad designs |
And the dilettantes with their open minds |
You’re out on the town, safe in the crowd |
Ready to go for the ride |
Searching the eyes, looking for clues |
There’s no way you can hide |
The fire inside |
Well you’ve been to the clubs and the discotheques |
Where they deal one another from the bottom of a deck of promises |
Where the cautious loners and emotional wrecks |
Do an acting stretch as a way to hide the obvious |
And the lights go down and they dance real close |
And for one brief instant they pretend they’re safe and warm |
Then the beat gets louder and the mood is gone |
The darkness scatters as the lights flash on |
They hold one another just a little too long |
And they move apart and then move on |
On to the street, on to the next |
Safe in the knowledge that they tried |
Faking the smile, hiding the pain |
Never satisfied |
The fire inside |
Fire inside |
Now the hour is late and he thinks you’re asleep |
You listen to him dress and you listen to him leave |
like you knew he would |
You hear his car pull away in the street |
Then you move to the door and you lock it when |
he’s gone for good |
Then you walk to the window and stare at the moon |
Riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky |
And it comes to you how it all slips away |
Youth and beauty are gone one day |
No matter what you dream or feel or say |
It ends in dust and disarray |
Like wind on the plains, sand through the glass |
Waves rolling in with the tide |
Dreams die hard and we watch them erode |
But we cannot be denied |
The fire inside |