Firestorm

The sky is orange, and red is the bridge A vision fit for end times, California summertime The tannin, oak, and sugar pine The veteran sequoia, armored for a firestorm Like one we've never seen before A blazing trail from Malibu Move to Portland, moving fast Turning the suburbs into ash Now we know how the deer feel Lots of dock town rain dance All day at the surf shop God's BYO Rain, rain, fall Rain, rain, fall Rain, rain, fall Rain, fall Warning of sirens and amber alerts From California dreams to red flag warning Time to go, and you can never go back home The Avenue of Giants, will it stand another day? How many burns before we break The heart of Colonel Armstrong? Lots of dock town rain dance All day at the surf shop God's BYO Rain, rain, fall Rain, rain, fall Rain, rain, fall Rain, rain, fall Rain, rain, fall Rain, rain, fall Rain, rain, fall Rain, fall Go call the number On the horse's hoof And tell them that we found her in our pool