the song they sit around the fire as it burns to ash the light dimming now shining in the the eyes of the people sitting around the fading warmth strangers before tonight a finger strums a guitar and they began to sing in a rhythm they all seem to know as they croon into the deepening night the last light falls to sleep behind the turning globe and the strangers... or used to be strangers... at least before tonight watch the stars start to shine as they sing as one to the bea