This Fire

Some days I can't see the sun through the fog

And I find I'm driving back to where you are

Asleep at the wheel and I'm grinding the gears

Then you wake and find you haven't moved in years

Sometimes you bend and sometimes you break

I had a vision and I called it fate

Now the fires are burning all over this place

All the embers blowing straight into my face

At night I dream I was strapped to the floor

A soldier drafted to a never ending war