Firefighter

Don't ask me 'bout my weekend We're always hanging often Don't ask me how the sun goes down As I work into the weekend And then my whole week did end It hasn't been raining Thankfully I took my time But the winds are dying No Went out against a forest fire That's my firefighting granddad Hope his genes are walking down my line I've been holding brave like he has What have we here? Is something wrong? One thing's for sure I've been here too long It's such a pretty place But it don't feel like home You're such a pretty face But that just ain't enough And I'm so done I'm going to the west end And I'm not coming home I am so done I'm going to the west end And I'm not coming home I am so done I'm going to the west end And I'm not coming home I am so done