She's looking good cuz I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm fine alone, as you, listening 'meat is murder'
Nicotine, morphine, caffeine, I don't know
And you again, saying I'm good enough
She's a firefighter
Only works with sun
Sleeps in rainy mornings
And dreams about Vietnam
She's waving hands with that other guy she met
Down at the bar, drinking tea and coffee
But I know he's not cool enough for her
I heard him say he likes Zeppelin
She's a firefighter
Only works with sun
Sleeps in rainy mornings
And dreams about Vietnam