| Nature has some new plague |
| To run in our streets |
| History some new wrinkle |
| We are doomed to repeat |
| Fugitives at the bedroom door |
| Lovers pause to find and open store |
| Rain is burning on the forest floor |
| And the red tide kisses the shore |
| This is not a false alarm |
| This is not a test |
| Stay out of the sun |
| It only burns my skin |
| Sky full of poison |
| And the atmosphere’s too thin |
| Bless the sun, the rain no more |
| River running like an open sore |
| Black wind falling to the ocean floor |
| And the red tide washes ashore |
| This is not a false alarm |
| This is not a test |
| Nowhere we can fly away |
| Nowhere we can rest |
| The party is disrupted by An uninvited guest |
| Deadline approaches |
| For the weary land |
| It used to be something |
| But we let it run down in our hands |
| Too late for debate, too bad to ignore |
| Quiet rebellion leads to open war |
| Bring a sea-change to the factory floor |
| As the red tide covers the shore |
| Now’s the time to turn the tide |
| Now’s the time to fight |
| Let us not go gently |
| To the endless winter night |
| Now’s the time to make the time |
| While hope is still in sight |
| Let us not go gently |
| To the endless winter night |