Forest Fires (Live at Abbey Road)

In the bright morning light

When the sun beats down on Riverside Park

You’re inside, alone in the darkness

See you don’t know if we fit

But you can see a spark

Well I beg your pardon

Forest fires have started in the garden

So what if we don’t last long?

You know the forecast is nearly always wrong

And I beg your pardon

This forest fire you started in the garden

See from the tiniest spark

You could accidentally burn up the sky

And who’s to say what magnified it

See we could shoot for the moon

One in a thousand chances

We’d plant a flag in the ground

But I’ll be with you when we’re falling back down

So what if we don’t last long?

We’ll still have the past to dream of

And I beg your pardon

This forest fire you started in the garden

In the quiet of the night

When the band plays “Nearer, My God, To Thee”

And our ship is sinking in the open sea

I’d like to think that we didn’t

Pay attention to a fantasy

It takes a lot of work to paint a perfect scene