Sort the papers
Load the wagon
Free the pets
And call the children home
Leave a note to find among the ruins
We're facing west and headed further inland
The DJs have all fled their posts
The radio is full of ghosts
Static greets you everywhere you go
Whispers in the air are in a tongue that you do not know
Bring your memories along of the past that's dead and gone
Burn the miles and shout and sing
Here and now is everything
Every mile we shout and sing
Here and now is everything
Here and now is everything
Here and now is everything