Dusk

Like it or not
Time's running out
That's really what
The fighting's about

While our fuel does the work
Of millions of men
We strive for the means
Losing sight of the ends

We thought we were gods
That we'd never break
Dreamed we would grow forever
Now we'll wait

The trickle of doubt
Will rise to a stream
Time to wean ourselves off the taste of it
Time to set about replacing it
Dusk, in the days of gasoline

The star that expands
Hungry for space
Soon will collapse
Leave a hole in it's place

Don't be afraid
As day turns to night
The most beautiful hour arrives
At the turn of the light

The whisper of doubt
Will rise to a scream
Time to wean ourselves off the taste of it
Time to set about replacing it
Dusk, in the days of gasoline

It doesn't take a prophet
To see what is down the line
It's not a question of if
It's a matter of time