Ben Caplan - Dusk
Like it or not
time's running out
That's really what
the fighting's about
All our fuel does
the work of millions of men
We strive for the means
loosing sight of the ends
We thought we were gods
that we'd never break
Dreamed we would grow
forever and now we're awake
The trickle of doubt
will rise to a stream
Time to we know ourselves
of the taste of it
Time to set about replacing it
Dusk in the days of gasoline
The stars adding spans
hungry for space
Soon we'll collapse
leave a hole in it's place
Don't be afraid
is day turns to night
The most beautiful
hour rise
at the turn of the light
The whisper of doubt
will rise to a scream
Time to we know ourselves
of the taste of it
Time to set about replacing it
Dusk in the days of gasoline
It doesn't take a prophet
to see what is down the line
It's not a question of if
it's a matter of time