Last Ones Here
DAVID GERARD LAWRENCE
Oh, the morning calling
Where'd the world disappear?
And all the roads grown empty
We're the last ones here
But still our hearts keep beating
While the dust clouds hang low
But we're built for the wasteland
To travel mountains and roads
And we'll colour it in
Fill up the scene
Light up the world alone
When the dark winds blow
And the night birds all go
We'll have built our home
Oh well, we're still waiting
But I'll stay here 'til the end
When all the air is thinning
And all our time is spent
And we'll colour it in
Fill up the scene
Light up the world alone
When the dark winds blow
And the night birds all go
We'll have built our home