Anywhere, strike matches with fire breathing dragons.
small spark fuels the passion
and with it, the people still seekin' reaction, even the has beens.
now the wax melts, its that they lackin'.
they done all gone virtual, digital mansions.
while i lay low, the wick of the flame
found burnin' through the blackouts, simple and tame
and imma leave the same way that i came, with the trade winds.