The Fire Waltz

He was the grenade, and she pulled the pin

He exploded with blame and with doubt

Accusations, denial, the final betrayal

“The child isn’t mine”, he spat out

Shell shocked, he brought the Great War back with him

They are dancing the Fire Waltz again

She said “You drunk, lazy son of a bitch”

Why did you ever come back?

You leave us in ruins, we’re licking our wounds

And then you return and attack

Shell shocked, he brought the Great War back with him

They are dancing the Fire Waltz again

Francois said “I’m gone, Columbie Brittanique

Where my brothers have work for a year

When I come back I’m taking my girls

If that child of a whore is still here

Eva was quiet and sat in a stew

Of fury and fear and regret

All that she knew was that journeys alone

Into the unknown weren’t done yet

Shell shocked, he brought the Great War back with him

They are dancing the Fire Waltz again