Start the Fire Lyrics

I'm a scholar and a soldier not a martyr or a saint

Not ready to yield to the coming of my age

Mature enough to worry but not enough to change

A victim of decision in the era of outrage

So start the fire, I'm growing old

I'm losing face, But not my soul 

A never ending loneliness that walks around with pride

A sense of weakness weighs heavy in the sky

Questions I can't answer, too large to even grasp

Is there anything that's strong enough to last

So start the fire, I'm growing old

I'm losing face, But not my soul 

I was waiting on a coming but the coming only came

The relentlessness of aging and a dying name

So start the fire, I'm growing old

I'm losing face, But not my soul