I get up at daybreak
Everyday at the same time
I take my time
Nothing short of heartache
Living in this strange paradigm
An unexpected chime
Living in the city
Eventually cities must fall
It's not our call
I had a dream one morning
Different from the ones that came before
A jet-metallic crawl
Take me someplace I don't know
Somewhere pleasant at my presence
As we must pack and go
Somewhere new
A place we haven't been before
Tell me something I haven't heard
Something pleasant as we ride the bird
Across the milky sea
As we break free
Escape the end of time as we know it
Or knew it
They blew it away again
Now we must think and feel
For the ones left in the fields
And wait for the break of day