

(go!) Rolling waves under deep red skies
Tide is rising, see the smoke begin to rise
Footprints washed from the black sand shore
We don't tread these quiet valleys
anymore
The fire in the caldera burns so bright
We face the mountain in the dead of night
Ride the tide into the roaring flame
No one remembers the ancient name
(oh-oh-oh) Let the steel slide and the breakdown crush
Beneath the island's heavy,
burning rush
Dusty boots on the lava stone
Far from home but we are not alone
The slide guitar sings an old refrain
Through the thunder and the driving rain
Ride the tide into the roaring flame
No one remembers the ancient name
(oh-oh-oh) Let the steel slide and the breakdown crush
Beneath the island's heavy,
burning rush (crush!)
(aloha,
old friend)