Oso Burning

I want to take my red hat off,
but I can’t find it.
I know it’s on me up there somewhere.
I’d push it off
if I could get behind it
I swear.

Oh, oh, oh no. I see the sky a changing.
Oso Burning.

I want to take my red hat off,
but I can’t do it.
Not while it’s calling for rain.
The whispers in the wind
say I blew it
again..

Oh, oh, oh no. I see the sky a changing.
Oso Burning.

I want to take my red hat off
so I can see it
just for once with my own eyes.
Stick on some wings,
perhaps free it
flies…

Oh, oh, oh no. I see the sky a changing.
Oso Burning.