Sanoja: M. Ward. Transistor Radio. Fuel For Fire.

My heart is always on the line
I've travelled all kinds of places
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

Got forty-fives to play at night
Got books to spend with every weekend
The story's always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

Fuel for fire, a bitter ending
To a sweet, sweet tale
Fuel for fire, the sour note inside the orchestra wail

Fuel for fire, uncomfortable pauses
Between famous last words
Fuel for fire, a missing persons
In a small, small world

I dug beneath the wall of sound
I ended up back where i started
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

And so my heart is always on the line
I've travelled all kinds of places
The story's always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire