Lyrics

Bells ring in the tower far away
Chimes on my patio too
Ashes float like snowflakes
Fire's still burning
The phone is silent and you
Would call if you had a reason to

Palms bending in the wind
Someone's playing trumpet down the block
Seems like the twilight zone
Fire's still burning
Dark sun, orange and gray
I guess you'd call if you had something to say

Dove balanced on a telephone wire
Wind picks up and blows her away
Why is everything beautiful
Alluring, dark and cool
This fire's left ten thousand acres bare
I guess you'd call if you cared