No cackle of the crow
Stale distant waves weakly row
Upon the majesty of the broken dreams
Written in towering piles of old dusty reams
Forgotten art, lost tools, wasted time
With every busted clock a dead silent chime
The wind echoes across dried river flow
No where to go and no where to blow
Wasteland valleys with barren fields
Dead pool water with no plants no yields
No eyes with tears, no hearts with fears
No eyes with tears, no hearts with fears
Where did it go wrong
Silence without a song
To fill the air at night
The sky without even a lonely star in sight
There are no answers how
Not a single soul to care now
Not a single soul to care now
Wasteland valleys with barren fields
Dead pool water with no plants no yields
No eyes with tears, no hearts with fears
No eyes with tears, no hearts with fears
Where did it go wrong
Silence without a song
To fill the air at night
The sky without even a lonely star in sight
There are no answers how
Not a soul to care now