| A | |
| There's a | hard moon rinin' on the streets tonight |
| D | A | D | |
| There's a | reckless feeling in your heart as you head | out tonight |
| A | |
| Through the | concrete canyons to the midtown lights |
| D | A | D | |
| Where the | latest neon promises are | burning bright |
| A | |
| Past the | open windows on the darker streets |
| D | A | D | |
| Where | unseen angry voices flash and | children cry |
| A | |
| Past the | phony posers with their worn out lines |
| D | |
| The | tired new money dressed to the nines |
| A | |
| The | low life dealers with their bad designs |
| D | |
| And the | dilettantes with their open minds |
| E | |
| You're | out on the town, safe in the crowd |
| F#m | |
| Ready | to go for the ride |
| G | |
| Searching the eyes, looking for clues |
| F#m | E | A | D | |
| There's no way you can | hide |
| The fire inside |
| Well you've been to the clubs and the discotheques |
| Where they deal one another from the bottom of a deck of promises |
| Where the cautious loners and emotional wrecks |
| Do an acting stretch as a way to hide the obvious |
| And the lights go down and they dance real close |
| And for one brief instant they pretend they're safe and warm |
| Then the beat gets louder and the mood is gone |
| The darkness scatters as the lights flash on |
| They hold one another just a little too long |
| And they move apart and then move on |
| On to the street, on to the next |
| Safe in the knowledge that they tried |
| Faking the smile, hiding the pain |
| Never satisfied |
| The fire inside |
| Fire inside |
| -Piano Solo- (A, D) |
| Now the hour is late and he thinks you're asleep |
| You listen to him dress and you listen to him leave like you knew he would |
| You hear his car pull away in the street |
| Then you move to the door and you lock it when he's gone for good |
| Then you walk to the window and stare at the moon |
| Riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky |
| And it comes to you how it all slips away |
| Youth and beauty are gone one day |
| No matter what you dream or feel or say |
| It ends in dust and disarray |
| Like wind on the plains, sand through the glass |
| Waves rolling in with the tide |
| Dreams die hard and we watch them erode |
| But we cannot be denied |
| The fire inside |
| Fire inside |
| Burnin' you up |
| Burnin' you up |
| Fire inside |
| -Piano Solo- (A, D) |