Studying for years and years
Watching the effects and the devastating tears
Knowing that I have to deal with it
Realizing that most do not give a shit
All trying to play heroes
Like their G.I. Joes
But they are not, and I know I am not
Just be cool and do my job
Watch my back because no one else gonna
But looking out for everyone else, no time to ponder
No time to contemplate
Because a backdraft is not going to wait
They happen so quick
With a big, bright flash
You got to know the warning signs
Of a backdraft
Now I am running out of my door as fast as I can
Making a B-line to my car, thinking that I am Superman
Worrying about the people that might be trapped
Hoping that I get their befor their world goes to crap
Hopping in my car and starting the engine
Turning on the blue lights with a rush of adrenaline
No time to loose, pealing out of the driveway
Pulling in the V.F.D. and running in the garage bay
Grabbing my gear and hopping on the truck
Brothers yelling at me,"Hurry it up!"
Radio communications becoming unreadable
Sirens blaring, bells ringing as our air tanks become chargeable
Smoke is spotted, fire right behind
People trapped on the second floor, now we're in a bind
Call goes out for additional units
Thinking to myself, "Man don't screw this!"
"Victims are main priority," shouts the chief
Something do not feel right. it felt like the prelude to grief Approaching the front door ready to bust in
When I notice smoke being sucked back in
About to hit the door with an ax
I shout as loud as I can, "Backdraft!"
It is too late, massive explosion
Flying through the air, everything seems to be in slow motion Flames rolling past me, but I feel no pain
Wondering where my brothers are, thinking about who is to blame
It happened so fast
With a quick bright flash
You got to know the warning signs
Of a backdraft
Four lives lost and I am in the hospital
All of a sudden, peoples lives become corruptible
Doctors and specialists ask, "How are you doing?"
I look around, everything is ruined
A mother and her daughter at the age of three
Both gone because of something that we did not see
Two brothers lost, funeral plans being made
Now they will be fighting fires from beyond the grave
Killed in the line of duty, what a way to go out
As I lay here, thinking about
All the good times we had,
Working myself up, getting all mad
Putting all the blame on me
"Why did it have to happen this way?"
But it happened so fast
With a quick, bright flash
The warning signs were their
Of a backdraft
At the funeral, bag pipes playing
Kind words of sympathy everyone is saying
Telling me not to blame myself, I did not know
It's not my fault, just let it go
But I could not it stuck in my heart
Like a dartboard to a dart
"My brothers are gone," I replied with a tear
"They tried to save that family with no fear
But it happened so fast
With a quick, bright flash
The warning signs were there of a backdraft."
