See you hunkered on the ground Magnifying glass in hand Can you focus in one spot for long enough? If you see the whispered smoke Curling vine-like from a leaf You will turn the glass on me That I know for sure Pass the boneyard on the left There's a secret that I keep Like a tick upon my skin I will take you to that place If you leave your glass behind Not afraid to say: I am afraid You've got to learn which logs to cure Which ones to burn If I rake up all my wits Pile them up into a heap There's no guarantee that you won't be the wind Turn a placid day in fall Into a hurricane So if I stay inside again, some windows down You know I'm saying You've got to learn which logs to burn Which ones to cure And I wanna say this now When I see you with the timber I will splinter down And paint your arms with scars Paint your arms with scars You won't ever let me out I won't ever let you That would serve me right Would serve me all too right That would serve me right Would serve me all too right Won't hear you laugh in my face, what's your name? Throw down your axe, you're a mess, what a shame You've got to learn which logs to burn Which ones to cure And you know it's now Not long before the fire's spent And all your trouble's gone to waste Gone to waste You've got to learn which ones to burn Which ones to cure Which ones to do something with You've got to learn Which ones will burn you And which ones will splinter down and paint your pretty arms with scars