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