Woke up
And I'm in a world with nothing in it
Just the ground and distant boundaries of sound
Which scare me and almost drive me mad
She used
To say "there's a lot more than just you"
But I wouldn't be as sure now
I could really think she's wrong now
And I do
It seems there's no one to disprove
I'm son of
Futurists, science, skyscrapers and high speed
I've grown from
Bradbury, Orwell and Frank Lloyd Wright's seeds
But I'm tired
And I can hardly sleep
'Cause I'm keeping too many dreams
And I've got no space in me
Hey folks!
Well, Dylan was right after all...
I'm the last man on this planet standing
And violently falls the atomic rain
Down on me, it burns in my veins
But there's no one left to blame
And son of
Punks and beboppers, Lennon - McCartney
Belong to
ENIAC, Warhol, Newton and Darwin
But I'm tired
And I can hardly sleep
Those dreams I had I just don't think
They're goin' to go and let me be