Starting to feel better

Bring on the weather

I feel we’re prepared for anything

Boatloads of lightning

Fire-fighting

Electric cinema in the air

We are the ones who are never afraid

We need no rehearsal to dance

We’re well aware this may be our last chance

So bring on the avalanche, bring on the avalanche

Soon to be forgotten

Old and running

A box of bones buried underground

Like numbers on a racecar

Rusted in the junkyard

With weeds in the wheels that say “Superstar”

We are the ones who are never afraid

We need no rehearsal to dance

We’re well aware this may be our last chance

So bring on the avalanche, bring on the avalanche

We are the ones, it seems, everyone comes to

To find a direction to go

The over-and-under as our work is done here

But we’ll be the last ones to know

Sat in a small town

Lost in a big town

And the in-between isn’t anything

TV’s and traffic jams

A slick traveling salesmen

Says “What is disposable?” Everything

We are the ones who are never afraid

We need no rehearsal to dance

We’re well aware this may be our last chance

So bring on the avalanche, bring on the avalanche

Bring on the avalanche, bring on the avalanche