Through the dense haze the dead hills
Loom high above the highway
The sky weeps for its lost children
While the black skeleton trees sway
Despite it all the people carry on
Their long lines stretch off to the dawn
Never again shall they hear the birdsong
If you never knew it you can't miss it if it's gone
I can't see the ocean anymore
The flowers bow their heads in dismay
And whether you are rich or if you're poor
It's in the dead ground where you'll lay
I can't see the ocean anymore
There's room for two in this grave
And if you buy a house upon the shore
You'll never get to ride a single wave
In rivers and streams and unstoppable tide
The tears rain down on naked soil
And though the morning may may never come
We'll gladly burn the midnight oil
If you stumble in the long dark
Don't start a fire with this careless spark
The flood is coming but there's no ark
The watchdog whines but does not bark
I can't see the ocean anymore
The flowers bow their heads in dismay
And whether you are rich or if you're poor
It's in the dead ground where you'll lay
I can't see the ocean anymore
There's room for two in this grave
And if you buy a house upon the shore
You'll never get to ride a single wave