in the heart of the country where the men all love their wives i m a wreck with no one there to see i was burning up all night they say if outcast hands are cringing someone s bound to just appear but i don t want just anyone i need a worker not a volunteer i got so much love to give it tosses me and it turns i don t wanna be the wreck that burns and burns and burns and burns like a kettle taken off the flame still hot for hours more i fear whatever i am made of never cools enough to hold i think we all want security with all its healing lore but with that comes a treaty and treaties break with war i got so much love to give it tosses me and it turns i don t wanna be the wreck that burns and burns and burns and burns i got so much love to give it tosses me and it turns i don t wanna be the wreck that burns and burns and burns and burns