In the desk drawer, family album
I'm not sure what I see
Freeze-frame moments, not my life
Not anymore at least
The old battle axe
Hangs worn and tarnished above the door
Where our children used to stand around
But don't do much standing anymore
The building was burning, but I wouldn't smell the smoke
I try to ignore it, but I can't anymore
He took the fire escape
I'm thinking I might just let myself burn
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To pick the broken ruins up after the flames
And I've inhaled so much smoke, I don't think I'll ever breathe again
There was a time when I found myself funny
When our days were still warm and sunny
Now nothing falls from the sky down upon me
We didn't doubt the fire
It was always burning
Since the divorce proceedings were turning
Had she not been told, how did she not see?
Oh, did she not realize the smoke rising?
Imagine the mother who can't see her sons and daughters
The way she used to hold them now makes her eyes fill with water
If you feel the need and your situation's dire
No need to get heated, it's just me on fire
Take my hand 'cause I'm going down
Take my hand, lead the way
Out my window, the Golden Gate goes up in flames
Don't doubt the flames
I'm never coming back to San Francisco