A friend of mine's in the fire service
She says she misses john
The work itself is bittersweet
But hey, a job's a job
Some trees were meant to burn
Some were meant to fall
Some people never learn
But someones got to save them all
Black spruce live to leave ya
Takes off its shoes at the door
Smoke signals what we knew
The ground can't take it anymore
Some trees were meant to burn
Some were meant to fall
Some people never learn
But someones got to save them all
And in these woods the trees are tall and we can sit and watch them fall
Above us now the sky turns grey in the smoke we fade away
Some trees were meant to burn
Some were meant to fall
Some people never learn
But someones got to save them all