I got a text from Tampa as the hurricane approaches The biggest ever seen We're seeking higher ground here, how are you out west In the land of the evergreens? I got a cloth upon my face, hibernating in place As the ash falls all around But at least I'm in the northwest, breathing smoke from all the fires Instead of the in the southeast being drowned
The President is speaking in North Dakota Where all the crops have just failed He said isn't it great, the pipeline is finished We can keep mining and burning all the shale He said we'll be OK as he sweltered in the heat Standing on the parched and arid ground While I'm in the northwest, breathing smoke from all the fires Instead of the in the southeast being drowned
How's the apocalypse treating you That's how you greet your neighbors these days Has your home been flooded, have your forests burned up Can you see as you drive through the haze? Come visit if you can, Jill – might be nicer here than Tampa We can take a walk and listen to the crackling sound Here in the northwest, breathing smoke from all the fires Instead of the in the southeast being drownedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
