You cut through the Sequoia shade
Where the ancient root-systems played
Your engine screams a jagged sound
Shaking all the damp forest ground
Yellow blur in a velvet race
Leaving nature in a frantic chase
Sprinting past the towering red
While the siren screams inside your head
You ignore the Sequoia loam
Far away from your sterile home
A flash of gold in a wooden hall
Waiting for the sudden crash and fall
The Sequoiadendron stands still
Watching you climb the coastal hill
You push the pedal to the floor
While the law comes knocking at your door
Yellow blur in a velvet race
Leaving nature in a frantic chase
Sprinting past the towering red
While the siren screams inside your head
Roots hold tight in the heavy clay
You just throw the quiet hours away
One sharp turn on a narrow bend
Where the road and the redwood end
Your tires burn on the salted grit
Until the flashing blue lights hit
The soil remembers every trace
Of your frantic and fleeting pace
Yellow blur in a velvet race
Leaving nature in a frantic chase
Sprinting past the towering red
While the siren screams inside your head
Slow down for the ancient tree
Set the golden engine free
