Out west the trees burn and bow

In a long Pacific frown

The sun is on its own

Over clouds of commuter smoke

Rain pisses down in heavy sheets

We cross the lonely street

It’s up to you and me

Where are they now? Are they here?

The brightest lights have disappeared

Striving now in safe retreat

There are no stars to the fleet

It’s up to you and me

The singers have no songs

Silence fills the halls

No stars to hitch a dream

To find our way

And the poets havе no poems

The writers’ words don’t fill thеir tomes

Look at the lines that divide who suffer

How far apart we keep each other

A star to which we’ll hitch a dream

So that we might find our way

To sugar and peace and sage

To a land so warm and sweet and just

A horizon that we can run

Never got where I hoped to get

But I guess it’s not over yet