After The Last City
I walked through the streets
where the towers stood tall
flowers were growing through cracks in the walls
The signs were forgotten
the windows were gray
but sunlight remembered
the shape of the day
Somewhere beneath
the silence and stone
a thousand voices were still coming home
After the last city
when the noise disappears
I will listen to the rivers
and the stories of the years
After the last city
when the machines are gone
maybe we will finally hear the world we lived upon
A tree through the doorway
a bird on the train
nature was writing
our names again
No one was counting
no one was in control
the earth kept breathing
with or without us all
Maybe the future
is not something new
maybe it's remembering
what we already knew
After the last city I will find you there
in the quiet of the morning in the open air (ahhhh) (oohhhh)