She lived in a college town on cedar street
A tree in the front yard that once covered the earth

Wet from a shower, turns off the light
Dead for a minute, then comes back to life
She moved from that eastern town somewhere on cedar street

The greater the number
Harder the cry of
Fire inside
If there was a problem
Someone would have already screamed
Fire
Fire
Fire on the inside

She had a vision of, looming trees
Begged her to go out west save them all

Picked up a man somewhere on the drive
An iowan who needed to feel alive
Tied to the redwoods they cried for all of us

The greater the number
The harder the cry of
Fire
If there was a problem
Someone would have already screamed
Fire
Fire
Fire on the inside