Washington Wasteland

I see the smoke rise 

It’s moving south 

To cloud the coastline down by Cannon 

The flames are taking August now 

I work the camp grounds 

Where children play 

Running through hazy fields of gray 

I miss the days when it was safe 

I climb the hill tops 

Above the trees 

It’s never been so hard to breathe 

I thought the woods were made for peace 

It’s like the prettiest of paintings you will ever see 

With a smudge right down the middle 

Clouding everything 

And the state that we were promised 

Would be forever green 

Is a memory 

I used to see the mountain 

From the center of the city 

Now I can’t see past the corner 

Three feet in front of me 

Only shadows in the distance 

And a deer across the street 

Begging to breathe 

I hand out gas masks 

To shield our lungs 

The kids don’t realize that it’s wrong 

They need protection just to run 

Washington wasteland 

Is on the news

The pines are blazing through and through 

A deeper scary bloody hue 

Washington wasteland 

What can we do