On Fire

I've got a gun and a pen on this table

A bottle of whiskey, black label

A half full glass, and questions I shouldn't ask

Because the answers are gonna be painful

I should know how to walk away

Breathing smoke with every step I take

Cause when the world's on fire and there's nowhere to run

Ya gotta decide what you can save and what's gonna burn

Are you gonna hide the matches or take the blame

You know it's too late

When the world, world's on fire