Tired town, tired of the fire & smoke,
What futures have been lost beneath the mire of smoke?
I saw you draw your docs for days to come
laid as plain your plans for peaceful pipes to smoke.
Do those plans seem vain or do they hold hope?
Did your intentions vanish in that pyre of smoke?
A valley's crown beaten down hoped to rise -
Visions cast can be visions lost with eyes of smoke.
Were your plans so grand to survive the fire?
Is the smoke that settles survivor's smoke?
These are all the words that Tyler spoke -
He has tired of the tired smoke.