Grace - Live At Columbia Records Radio Hour, New York, NY, June 4, 1995

There's the moon asking to stay
 Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
 Oh, it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die
 My fading voice sings of love
 But she cries to the clicking of time
 Of time
 Wait in the fire
 Wait in the fire
 Wait in the fire
 Wait in the fire
 Fire
 And she weeps on my arm
 Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
 Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
 Oh my love
 And the rain is falling and I believe
 My time has come
 It reminds me of the pain I might leave
 Leave behind
 Wait in the fire
 Wait in the fire
 Wait in the fire
 Fire
 It reminds me of the pain I might leave
 Leave behind
 And I feel them drown my name
 So easy to know and forget with this kiss
 I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow, ohh
 Wait in the fire
 Wait in the fire
 Wait in the fire
 Wait in the fire
 Wa-wa-wait in the fire...