Just one more of those 82 nights

We were all cowboys ready to ride

Fire the gun, turn your eyes to the sea

Through that night, riding your trigger with me.



Your local station gives out the news

"The sky is burning, in Malibu"



As the beach turns an ominous green

Bathed in light from the shape in the sky

We all tanned, in a new kind of sun

Something's wrong and we're getting ready to run



Your local station knows what to say

It's just a fuel burn so its o.k.

Please hold the phone calls there's no more news

It's just a skyfire in Malibu.



Pros to cons from diplomats-liars

Words designed to tranquilize-fighters



Your local station screams out the news

The sky is burning in Malibu

Please hold the phone calls

There is no need for alarm

It's just a skyfire, skyfire burning in Malibu