I Believe In Fires At Midnight

When The Dogs Have All Been Fed.

A Golden Toddy On The Mantle

A Broken Gun Beneath The Bed.

Silken Mist Outside The Window.

Frogs And Newts Slip In The Dark

Too Much Hurry Ruins The Body.

I'll Sit Easy - Fan The Spark

Kindled By The Dying Embers

Of Another Working Day.

Go Upstairs - Take Off Your Makeup

Fold Your Clothes Neatly Away.

Me, I'll Sit And Write This Love Song

As I All Too Seldom Do

Build A Little Fire This Midnight.

It's Good To Be Back Home With You.