There is a fire in my house

Let it burn, let it burn.

It’s a house, not my home –

Its something I must learn.

 

And let it burn

So I may leave

And find my ways

To where I should be.

 

And when I find that place

I will put down a tent

For a stay isn’t sure

I’d rather pay a rent.

 

You can critique

And call me lost or aloof.

I don’t know of tomorrow

But today I appreciate a roof.

 

A roof I need

Under which I may stay

Return to it by night

And there sleep after I pray.

 

A place to put my papers and maps

Where I can chart route for next morning

But usually I have no plan

And I would leave without a warning.