Wildfires

The crickets are chirping like There's a silver lining in every cloud Like, even if there's lightning It won't ever hit the ground. My heart is beating in the twilight Listening to a distant train Must be carrying an old flame Crossing a closed forgotten canyon. It won't go jumping tracks now, The distance is too long and wide There's no going back Or changing her mind. The firebugs are dancing. I guess it's just their salubrious way Bringing joy where there should be none Bringing tears to my eyes, anon and anon. Soon, there'll be an ocean Visiting the earth once bone dry Soon, there'll be a hawk in the sky Signalling another's uncalled-for goodbye. The crickets are chirping like There's a silver lining in every cloud Like, even if there's lightning It won't ever hit the ground. My soul is making new pastures In brevity, its trail never changes It's all these others take deviations Like wildfires, like wildfires. Look, fire deputy, it was them crickets Who caused all those wildfires? Just ask the firebug's still dancing, They'll tell you all about those wildfires?