When the wind picked up
And the fire spread
And the grapevines seemed left for dead
And the northern sky, like the end of day
The end of days
A wake up call to a rancid room
Sounded like an alarm of impending doom
To warn us it’s only a matter of time
Before we all burn
I brought some wine and some paper cups
Near your daughter’s school when we picked her up
And drove to the cemetery on a hill
On a hill
And we watched the plumes make the sky gray
And she laughed and dance through the field of grays
There I knew it would be alright
That everything would be alright
Would be alright
Would be alright
Would be alright
And the news reports on the radio
Said it was getting worse
Cause the ocean air found the flame
But I couldn’t think there was anywhere i would have rather been
To watch it all burn away
To burn away
The firemen worked in double shifts,
With prayers of rain on their lips
And they knew it was only a matter of time
