Michael

We felt like cowboys sleeping out in the yard.
I wanted to frame every one of your words in the sky with the stars.
Everything you said was far to real to be pretend.
Nobody slept ‘cause nobody wanted that feeling to end.

Oh Michael, I want you to burn out slowly, slowly.

They came with handfuls of stones to be thrown.
This town has a way of making you hide from all you could know.
Almost civilized on their horses forcing their concerns.
Don’t get caught in the sting of people who think they have nothing to learn.

Oh Michael, I want you to burn out slowly, slowly.

If there was someone I want living long after my days run out,
someone to describe the history of the world I knew, it would be you.

Oh Michael, I want you to burn out slowly, slowly.