There is this old woman

She lives down the road

You can often find her

Kneeling inside of her hole

And i often ask her

"are you looking for the mother lode?"

Huh?

No.

No my child, this is not my desire

And then she said

I'm digging for fire [4x]

There is this old man

Who spent so much of his life sleeping

That he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years

He resides

On a beach

In a town

Where i am going to live

And i often ask him

"are you looking for the mother lode?"

Huh?

No.

No my child, this is not my desire

And then he said

I'm digging for fire [4x]