When the fire is growing, and the smoke is billowing

Hit the front door running

Make sure you’ve got your children

Sitting out on the sidewalk

Neighbors gasping in turn

All the ladders and the hoses

They cannot quench that burn

And all of the firemen and all our inventions are no match for that ancient of elements

And all, all we can do is, turn and run.

Feel your feet sinking into

The rushing weight of the sand

You know the waves are relentless

From the sea to the land

We know the moon has to pull us

We know the tides have to turn

But there’s some comfort in knowing

Not everything can be learned

Cause all our safety nets and all our scientists are no match for that ancient of elements

Yet all, all we can do is, turn and run.