I am the city that never sleeps
I am the landscape the cold wind sweeps
I am the tall pine offering shade
I am the fire weed left here to fade
I am the fire, I am the rain
I am the pleasure, I am the pain
I am the sunshine that warms your skin
I am the cold front moving in
I am the car wheel with shiny spokes
I am the engine misfiring strokes
I am the cold steel forged to last
I am the plastic, mediocre cast
I am the fire...
I am the duck hawk dashing through the air
I am the Greyhound for 2 a.m. Eau Claire
I am the castle in a nursery tale
Lord, I am the truck stop in the driving hail
I am the water for you to sail
I am the flickering flame fighting the gale
I am the small bird locked in a cage
I am the tiger full of rage
I am the fire...