when beauty was melting away from our actions
and our tires on the t.c. west were gaining traction
and way back in chamberlain, the joyous choir
sang "leo the goat survived the rock creek fire"
and it never really mattered at all what we say
as we drove through the glaring heat on the smashed-out freeway
and up from smoldering pines, the smoke rose higher
but leo the goat survived the rock creek fire
we've tried our best to change what we've been given
but my friends, we are burning down the world we live in
and when masks and water reign from the mighty spire
we'll sing "leo the goat survived the rock creek fire"