ust one more of those 82 nights 
We were all cowboys ready to ride 
Fire the gun, turn your eyes to the sea 
Through that night, riding your trigger with me. 

Your local station gives out the news 
"The sky is burning, in Malibu" 

As the beach turns an ominous green 
Bathed in light from the shape in the sky 
We all tanned, in a new kind of sun 
Something's wrong and we're getting ready to run 

Your local station knows what to say 
It's just a fuel burn so its o.k. 
Please hold the phone calls there's no more news 
It's just a skyfire in Malibu. 

Pros to cons from diplomats-liars 
Words designed to tranquilize-fighters 

Your local station screams out the news 
The sky is burning in Malibu 
Please hold the phone calls 
There is no need for alarm 
It's just a skyfire, skyfire burning in Malibu.