End of summer, Santa Fe in the lights, Old Man Gloom standing fifty feet high. Stuffed with my worries, tickets and lies, Strike up the beat, let the bass baptize. Fire dancer spinning, crowd gets loud, Hands to the sky, we cleanse as a crowd. Every bad vibe that kept me tight, Put it in the flame—watch it take flight. Burn him tonight—hey! let the gloom go down, Clap to the kick while the sparks rain down. Move, move, move—shake the dust off right, “Burn him! Burn him!” we’ll dance through the night. Burn him tonight—hey! feel the city ignite, Hope in the smoke and our hearts feel light. Move, move, move—leave the past out of sight, “Burn him! Burn him!” we’re alive tonight. Fort Marcy glowing, rhythm on blast, Thousands united, letting go of the past. Write it, fold it, toss it inside, Glooms to the pyre—watch ’em subside. Drums like thunder, house groove tight, Hip hop snap with a neon bite. When the giant falls and the fireworks rise, New day born in the Santa Fe skies.
