written around 5 a.m. one day last week.
‘Chorus’/’Refrain’:
Nothing can be the same again
There is no way of going back
To what and how we used to be
A dream we used to have.
Life’s all been changed
And the words have been lost.
We’ll have to make it up
As we go and ride the wave.
The stories lost
The legends of old
Our civilized ways
The familiar days.
A strange unfeeling
Setting in.
What can we do?
Where can we go?
All this pain
And all this confusion.
Our leaders have failed
And all is shut down.
And yet the robin sings
And the sun comes up
Scarcely caring for
Time or us.
The streets are empty
And the people home.
We remain islands
Like before.
‘Only connect!’
Said a wise old man.
The thing that makes us
Human after all.
That fills us
And completes us
Who and what we are
The marks we make.
After the war
Will come soft rains.
People will begin again
In a different time.
