There's a traveling wildfire
Sprawling like an endless gravel road
You can see it tearing up the mountainside
It goes where it wants to go
And my eyes cry looking at the flames
Orange to yellow burning to white
There's a traveling wildfire
Blazing into the valley tonight
There's a dark moon in the valley
Covered in clouds made of clay
And the wind's rolling scolding voice
Will make the Mississippi change its way
And I can hear a simple moaning
A lonesome tune to cry
For there's a dark moon in the valley
Rising high up
Rising high
The dark moon is beaming
Like a flicker of candlelight
And when you think the night is over
Folks remind you that times are getting tight
But there are too many voices
To get us out of the maze
And the dark moon is beaming
As a final melody is being played
And I spend my time
Looking for a place
Soft and warm
Oh, my love, oh, my love
How did we end up
In the eye of the storm?
