Running away, I knew I was wrong I's tried to fit in where I didn't belong Wearing their clothes, playing their games Being a part of that urban decay Don't burn the fires, I'm never coming home When the morning sky was cold and grey I could hear the whispers of my own mistakes Those warning eyes, that final touch No one seemed to care that much So don't burn the fires, I'm never coming home And when I'd reached my destination I thought someday I might return Cause deep inside was the need To feel the home fires burn But a faltering voice merely whispered My name as if we'd never expected to Hear it again, and my heart grew Cold to that indifferent sound As I slowly laid the receiver down