| Somewhere, someone's calling. | |
| 6 o'clock on a Thursday evening | |
| I saw the smoke rise orange in the sky | |
| I watched the fire climb over the hilltops. | |
| Canyon's burning | |
| Canyon's burning down. | |
| Hear the trees crying | |
| All the years dying | |
| Fire has turned the hills into ashes | |
| And as the sun ran down from the sky | |
| The canyon burned. | |
| Canyon's burning | |
| Canyon's burning down. | |
| Ashes, long lying | |
| Memories, slow dying | |
| Fire has gone and the rain has fallen | |
| The winter has passed and the springtime is near | |
| But under the wind someone is calling. | |
| Canyon's burning | |
| Canyon's burning down. |