Running away, I knew I was wrong   I 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   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 seems to care that much      So don't burn the fires, I'm never coming home   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 it never expected to hear it again    And my heart grew cold to that indifferent sound   And I slowly laid the receiver down      Don't burn the fires, Don't burn the fires, Don't burn the fires, I'm never comming home