Cats On Fire

Already dark when
I drove you to the field
You said you like to get your hands on something
I was very available then

Mind my disappointment
When you ran into the field
The crops bent at your will
But I never got to do it

You called for a torch and
What could I do but hand you one?
At least now I gave you something
That didn't make you turn and run

I saw you find it
You cheered and we drove off
You tossed me some of the old gold coins
But I've had enough of them