Last Ones Here

Oh, the morning calling Where’d the world disappear? And all the roads grown empty We’re the last ones here But still our hearts keep beating While dust clouds hang low But we’re built for the wasteland To travel mountains and roads And we’ll colour it in Fill up the scene Light up the world alone When the dark winds blow And the night birds all go We’ll have built our home Oh well, we’re still waiting But I’ll stay here ’til the end When all the air is thinning And all our time is spent