Baker's Globe Mallow

We were driving, following the river
A Northern California get away
A burned-down forest, tree trunks and ashes
Must’ve blazed up like a bail of hay
So we left the car beside the road
And wandered in desolation
Watercolor, baker’s globe mallow
Hollyhock, the dawn, and the wasteland
Purple splashes, hope among the ashes
Just enough to hold in your hand
Some kind of flowers only bloom
After the burn…
We will return
We slept on the ground
The wind was howling like a ghost
When we got back home
There were ashes in our hair and clothes
Now I’m older, look out at the mountains
Watch how the colors slowly changed
I remember the baker’s globe mallow
How I never looked at life the same
Some kind of flowers only bloom
After the burn…
We will return
Some kind of flowers only bloom
After the burn…
We will return