The Story Is Everything - The Man With the Fire in His Eyes Lyrics

He didn't grow up in the city
He never walked that broken street
A generation 'til he heard the story
But those embers still hold the heat
Just a little bar upstairs
Down on Chartres and Iberville
But the anger from that summer Sunday
Set off something that smolders still
It's not something you talk about
It's not something you share
Just a little bit of Ronsonol
At the bottom of a flight of stairs
But it waits to inspire the man with the fire in his eyes
And what a treasure to discover
And what a terror to hold inside
He knew he had to make it happen
Find a way to spread that story wide
Just a little bar upstairs
Down in the Quarter, hidden so long
He changed direction to make the connection
Carry the message in stage and song
It's not something you talk about
In polite company
Old caskets should just stay shut
Not thrown open for the world to see
But he's raising it higher, the man with the fire in his eyes
In his eyes
And where there's smoke, you know
And where there's blood
And where there's sweet vermouth and gin
Seeping into the mud
Oh, oh, oh
It ain't pretty like a picture
But there's beauty when a wall comes down
It ain't pretty like a pop song
But there's salvation in troublesome sounds
Just a little bar upstairs
With bars on the windows and flames at the door
But maybe now that the silence is broken
Let the spirits be at peace once more
It's not something you talk about
Instead you shout and you swear
Just a little bit of Ronsonol
At the bottom of a flight of stairs
Fuels the desperate desire
To be the town crier
The man with the fire
In his eyes