Trees they are falling
Down from the sky
Every year they burn up
In the fire
And we dash their pain
In the dry, dry rain
Bits of ash that are floating
In the air
Oh, the sun it don't shine over here
And smoke chokes the light
It looks half the same in the day and the night
Santa Ana Wind
Blowing hot again
The devil moon is watching
From the sky
And we wait with your tears in our throats
But we can't seem to cry
Santa Ana Wind
Won't you blow on by
Now can you fight fire with fire
'Cause the rain it don't come
It seems like ain't no way to stop
That red lady when she wants to run
Lord, she wants to run
And the mountain's hide
Before our eyes
Cloaked in black to protect us
From the sight
Santa Ana Wind
Blowing hot again
The devil moon is watching
From the sky
And we wait with your tears in our throats
But we, we can't seem to cry
Santa Ana Wind
Won't you blow on by
Blow on by (x3)