Wildfire Season

(Steven LaFollette)

This is a love song, but with with monsters. The world looks different, darker even after you have your first child. This song is a conversation between a mother and father in the form of an epic as they make plans to face a world where the push and pull of fight or flight is a part of a journey toward the hope of stability and home. I wrote this song after a friend of mine first introduced me to the idea of there being a "Wildfire Season" in the western US. A time when people readied themselves and planned in case they needed to evacuate, not certain if they would lose everything. I hope you can see yourself in here somewhere. The song is optimistic but avoids drawing any final conclusions.

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Verse (him) Mama please, don’t worry I have Drawn a map, of where it’s buried We’ll unearth it carefully in our time of need Should all else fail Verse (her) Darling please, thought it’s frightening I have Filled my fists, with salt and violence Should they dare come poised to kill I will burn these hills Till they grow quiet Pre Chorus (her) And if we go into the hills and find the monsters there Already know our names Into the darkness I will creep until I find their homes (him) And then their homes I’ll raise Verse (him) Now my love, when all is quiet we will Sit outside, and watch the lighting Should the wildfire season come, from these flames we’ll run God on our side Pre Chorus 2: (her) And if we go into the hills and find some ancient foe Has sought to ward us off Into their ear I’ll sing a song and I will warm their soul (him) Though I am strong as iron Then to the rives and the lakes They’re gonna carry us home Chorus: We’re goin’ home We’re goin’ home In the morning you will see me there Goin’ home Chorus: We’re goin’ home We’re goin’ home In the morning you will see me there Goin’ home Chorus 2: We’re goin’ home We’re goin’ home In the morning you will see me there In the morning you will see me there In the morning you will see me there Goin’ home Goin’ home Goin’ home

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