Anna Bell is a firecracker Falling down a dim lit well Lighting fuses is her former lover Who thinks his humor is clever as hell Do you remember making up In the flat bed of my truck Sippin' dirt cheap wine Straight out of the bottle Lying in a sleeping bag Second chances are a contradiction When you're learning how to cope Paranoia is the opposition Like walking down a slippery slope Do you remember singing songs Trying not to sound too gone Sneaking pulls of Jack Straight out of the bottle Smoking cheap cigarettes And now that love is a faint distraction As you gaze at the stars And your thoughts start a conversation As you grab your guitar Singing... Singing... Singing... Anna Bell is a firecracker