My horizon:   Jet-black mountain, crumbling into the sea   Littly city, you're still so young   But you got so dirty   Hey old ocean, are you still holding on?   You look so sad and empty   Fires burning, forest falling   Forevergreen, forevergone      I'll say a prayer for the trees by the side of the road   For the deer in the headlights, and the ashes, of the fires still growing   And I'll say goodbye to the life of the aquamarine   To the catch of the day, and moonlight swimming      The heat on my back   Like two hands more likely to give than receive   Standing on the side of the highway   Taking shelter in the shade of the last big tree for miles around   There are fires burning for miles around      Ashes to the ground.