Fire in the Hole

At 85 miles an hour
She’s slicker than black freezing rain
Hardening on the highway
Nothing can shake off this dame
The danger is clear
As clear as the lilt in her voice
Her beauty it charms
With such affection that leaves me no choice

I hear from her girlfriends what she wants me to be
She’s painting a picture that I know just can’t. . .
But she keeps coming on and on and on and onto me
Fire in the hole
There’s no escape when
Desire, it takes hold
And though I try to tell her gently
She keeps coming on and on and on and onto me

By the look of her innocence
She’s a crystalline rose in the rough
Shows me off like a diamond
Like a diamond she knows to hang tough
With sparks in her eyes
With the passion for life she has found
Why don’t you touch me she cries
As her bathrobe falls to the ground

I hear from her girlfriends what she wants me to be
She’s painting a picture that I know just can’t. . .
But she keeps coming on and on and on and onto me
Fire in the hole
There’s no escape when
Desire, it takes hold
And though I try to tell her gently
She keeps coming on and on and on and onto me

Do “I do” or do “I don’t”
It’s awfully hard to say I won’t
Fire in the hole

January 2007
John Andrew

Sung by Graham Orr