Text Messages of the Apocalypse

I got a text from Tampa as the hurricane approaches, the biggest ever seen
"We're seeking higher ground here. How are you out west in the land of the evergreens?"
I got A cloth upon my face, hibernating in place as the ash falls all around
But at least I'm in the northwest breathing smoke from all the fires instead of in the southeast being drowned

The president is speaking in North Dakota where all the crops havе just failed
It isn't that great, the pipеline is finished, we can keep mining and burning all the shale
He said we'll be ok as he sweltered in standing on the parched and arid ground
While I'm in the northwest breathing smoke from all the fires instead of in the southeast being drowned

How's the apocalypse treating you? That's how you greet your names these days
Has your home been flooded? Have your forests burned up?
Can you see as you drive through the haze? Come visit If you can
Might be nicer here than Tampa, we can take a walk and listen to the crackling sound
Here in the northwest, breathing smoke from all the fires instead of in the Southeast being drowned
Here in the northwest, breathing smoke from all the fires instead of in the Southeast being drowned