(Jenny Yates, Garth Brooks)



We call them cool

Those hearts that have no scars to show

The ones that never do let go

And risk the tables being turned



We call them fools

Who have to dance within the flame

Who chance the sorrow and the shame

That always comes with getting burned



But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire

'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire



We call them strong

Those who can face this world alone

Who seem to get by on their own

Those who will never take the fall



We call them weak

Who are unable to resist

The slightest chance love might exist

And for that forsake it all



They're so hell-bent on giving ,walking a wire

Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the

fire



Standing outside the fire

Standing outside the fire

Life is not tried, it is merely survived

If you're standing outside the fire



There's this love that is burning

Deep in my soul

Constantly yearning to get out of control

Wanting to fly higher and higher

I can't abide

Standing outside the fire



Standing outside the fire

Standing outside the fire

Life is not tried, it is merely survived

If you're standing outside the fire



Standing outside the fire

Standing outside the fire

Life is not tried, it is merely survived

If you're standing outside the fire