Will there still be mountains to climb and build? Will we still care or give up? The lesser of two evils at least I hope we will Not sure about heaven or angels coming to greet us. The writers and lyricists will have their day, Will we throw all wishes and dreams away? There is too much noise . Missing the music Nothing really makes sense There is no cinema or theatre now to let us forget When we think of what used to be and all its charms Stop the world time to get offΒ Β before we set off more alarms No matter who it harms