They left me leaving my house on fire

And me running round. Got out through the window.

While [faint?] little skirts of fate was not my idea of fun,

I'll jump to it gladly.



The town was filled with smoke and haze.

Came to my senses just too late

To realize that all I ever owned

was borrowed [???] having sown.

Really, nothing ever belongs to anyone.



They burned my books and they broke my car

and gave the dog to a man who used it for breathing.

They felled my trees and they tramped flowers

and threw the kitchen into minute pools.



The same things done to other men

had made them run away from the city.



[???] case I joined them there

and [reeling?] air spent the night with these new friends.



The town was filled with smoke and haze.

Came to my senses just too late

To realize that all I ever owned

Was borrowed [???] having sown.

Really, nothing ever belongs to anyone.