I am burning in a smoke-choked house but
Tonight is empty of warm glows and whispered good nights
Riot, disorder, set the banks on fire
Some old war song used to play here
Once I heard it and the sound it made was sad but hopeful
Stand up, be counted, no one's buying me [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/h/hope_of_the_states/george_washington.html ]
