Sadie's on the faultline waiting for a shift
Down in Southern California where they get the lift
From the East Pacific Rise to San Gabriel peaks
Palmdale and Frazier and aseismic creep
She's on Antelope Valley burning through fuel
'Cause she heard a rumour – something sacred and cool
Like the Bay and the Point and the shivering dark
She told me about The Catch in Candlestick Park
Somewhere in the desert there's a ticking clock
And when the big one comes that boy won't stop
Up in the mountain, chime for every year
Sounding out pure when we've all disappeared
And Sadie knows running down the fault's spine
We're all just matchflames humbled by time
We need to think in thousands, build something forever
Fire up the lamps, set it down together
She says, "Nations are fictions imposed by our rulers,
The physical map of the world is much cooler."
'Cause plates will move and we'll all lose
Those tired old flags we didn't choose