Making Beds (In A Burning House)
--words and music by Michael Stanley

I can't believe that you wanna go back there
We've seen this show before
Just like puppets on a string
Like drunken sailors
On a midnight crawl 
We know what tonight will bring...

	And we're right back where we started from
	And we both know how this ends
	When we start making beds
	In a burning house again...

One step up and two steps back
That's how it's always been
And you'd think by now we'd learn
Never been much for directions
Or showing up on time
Keep spinning out on every turn...

	And we're right back where we started from
	And we both know how this ends
	When we start making beds
	In a burning house again...

And you could count on one hand
The good ideas we've had
And this ain't one of those
No big surprises, no happy end
No win, no place, no show...

	We're just right back where we started from
	And we both know how this ends
	When we start making beds
	In a burning house again...

	Just making beds in a burning house again...
	Making beds in a burning house...

	(to fade)