Every few thousand years [bad word] [bad word] man's greatest fears
All the living things
Mother nature brings - to tears

When the bombs are bursting in the air
And the rockets are making that red glare
I'm heading down
Down to that good hope town - where the weather's fair

So why don't [bad word] away
With me my love
We'll do what it takes
I'll keep you safe

Why don't you stay by me
And when the [bad word] 
We'll escape

When the big one finally hit's LA
When Yellowstone has it's day
We're heading to the southern tip
On a plane or on a ship
We'll do what it takes - we'll find a way

And if that cloud forms up above
No sign anywhere of a dove
There'll be no reason left to stay
We'll try and live another day
In a place where there's still love