My horizon:nJet-black mountain, crumbling into the seanLittly city, you're still so youngnBut you got so dirtynHey old ocean, are you still holding on?nYou look so sad and emptynFires burning, forest fallingnForevergreen, forevergonennI'll say a prayer for the trees by the side of the roadnFor the deer in the headlights, and the ashes, of the fires still growingnAnd I'll say goodbye to the life of the aquamarinenTo the catch of the day, and moonlight swimmingnnThe heat on my backnLike two hands more likely to give than receivenStanding on the side of the highwaynTaking shelter in the shade of the last big tree for miles aroundnThere are fires burning for miles aroundnnAshes to the ground.