All the hard-drinking stiffs
Are asleep on their cots
And the fog's in barrels on Totten Pond Road
And the sots who remain
Strike matches and crane
Cause they can't make their way in the dark

It's a hard parlor game
Playing miscues and pratfalls
For laughs from sad sacks and fairweather friends
You don't have to catch on
Lay it out and be gone
There's a calm's been a long time coming

So Mary, oh Mary, go find a light
Take a hit from your whiskey and stumble inside
It's a tune from your childhood
And a soft yellow moon
And the firelight is just right for dancing

Like the cruel April air
Plays muse to the hopeless
And the storms coax sunflowers from mossy old hills
May this song find you there
In your embroidered chair
With your afghan and warm Darjeeling


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Firelight Waltz song meanings
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