Naomi will not be consoled by your blues 
She calls down the crows then she pulls on her shoes 
Out into the empty street she walks 
Past the little piles of smoldering leaves 

Beware 
An old flame is still burning there 
Don't stare 
Shadows in the smoke whispering everywhere 
Everywhere 
Anywhere is nowhere when you don't care 
So beware 
An old flame is still burning there