Internal Combustion

Words by Bobby Lee, Music by John Reese

Internal Combustion - a slow burning fire.
One hand on the throttle, one on your desire.

Internal Combustion - a chemical fact
Heat of the moment, caught up in the act.

Masses of people moving this way and that.
Accosted by forces, barely time to react.
Under the surface, untouched by the rain,
Fueled with a purpose is a smoldering flame.

Internal Combustion - a slow burning fire.
One hand on the throttle, one on your desire.

Internal Combustion - a chemical fact.
The heat of the moment, caught up in the act.

Frozen in time, in a memory stilled.
Shadow of life in a dream unfulfilled.
Know that it's true, know there's no doubt.
When it reaches the end, the fire will go out.

Internal Combustion has a limit in time.
One eye on the stopwatch, One on the divine.

Internal Combustion in the palm of your hand.
Slip through your fingers back to where it began!


Warmth of a love, unique and intense.
Glow of contentment, commitment well spent.
Desire gave meaning, in whole or in part,
To those other souls, to those open hearts.
(those open hearts)

Internal Combustion - a slow burning fire.
One hand on the throttle, one on your desire.

Internal Combustion - a chemical fact.
The heat of the moment, caught up in the act.

Internal Combustion ... Internal Combustion
Internal Combustion ... Internal Combustion