[Intro - crackling fire, acoustic guitar, soft bass] Funny what happens When the phones disappear... And the fire gets low. People start telling the truth. [Verse 1] Pull another chair up closer to the flame We've known each other forever But somehow we're still learning things We never thought to say Stories getting deeper as the evening settles in Laughing about where we've been Talking about where we're going And everywhere between No television talking No clock upon the wall Just sparks climbing toward the stars And enough time for it all [Chorus] Bonfire conversations Underneath an open sky Talking about the good days And the ones that made us cry No need for perfect answers No reason to pretend Just a little fire between us And some time with an old friend These are the nights I hope I don't forget Bonfire conversations Ain't done talking yet [Verse 2] Somebody tells the old story Everybody knows the end We still laugh in all the same places Like we're hearing it again Then somebody gets quiet Says what's really on their mind And suddenly that little circle Feels like the safest place you'll find Maybe that's what people need More than another thing A place where they can tell the truth And know somebody's listening [Chorus] Bonfire conversations Underneath an open sky Talking about the good days And the ones that made us cry No need for perfect answers No reason to pretend Just a little fire between us And some time with an old friend These are the nights I hope I don't forget Bonfire conversations Ain't done talking yet [Bridge - music becomes intimate] Someday the fire will turn to ashes And everybody will head home But something said around this circle Might keep somebody from feeling alone So say what matters. Tell them you love them. While they're still sitting close enough to hear. [Final Chorus - warm gospel harmonies] Bonfire conversations Stars are shining overhead Some things heal by listening More than anything we said Thank God for these people And the roads that brought them here For laughter around the fire And the occasional happy tear These are the nights I know I won't forget Bonfire conversations... We ain't done talking yet [Outro - acoustic guitar, fire crackling] Anybody need another log? Because... I got one more story.
