The Fuse

Bruce Springsteen

Down at the court house they're ringin' the flag down 
Long black line of cars snakin' slow through town 
Red sheets snappin' on the line 
With this ring will you be mine 
The fuse is burning 
(Shut out the lights) 
The fuse is burning 
(Come on let me do you right) 

Trees on fire with the first fall's frost 
Long black line in front of Holy Cross 
Blood moon risin' in a sky of black dust 
Tell me baby who do you trust? 
The fuse is burning 
(Shut out the lights) 
The fuse is burning 
(Come on let me do you right) 

Tires on the highway hissin' something's coming 
You can feel the wires in the tree tops bummin' 
Devil's on the horizon line 
Your kiss and I'm alive 

A quiet afternoon, an empty house 
On the edge of your bed you slip off your blouse 
The room is burning with the noon sun 
Your bittersweet taste on my tongue 

The fuse is burning 
(Shut out the lights) 
The fuse is burning 
(Come on let me do you right)