The house is quiet, the kids are in school.
The days were short, but now they’re long.
You internalized every rule,
But now you’re singing to yourself when you’re all alone.
Don’t catch on fire, etc.

You’re with your husband most every night,
Lounging on the couch, watching life’s parade.
Peace in the neighborhood, you never fight,
But then you feel it coming on like a slow heat wave.
Don’t catch on fire, etc.

CH:
Don’t catch on fire my friend.
Let it smolder underground.
Stand away from the embers’ glow,
Before you burn it all down.

You run into me in the halls,
Then you call me on the telephone.
First it’s “Hi,” then it’s “How’re you doing?”
Then it’s all about the bad boys you have known.
Don’t catch on fire, etc.

You say I remind you of that brown-eyed boy
Who stood outside your door when you started to get thin.
He was burning, you were acting coy,
Now sometimes you wish you’d let that burning boy in.
Don’t catch on fire, etc.

CH