Last Daze Of An Empire

Hey wait for me!

The young man cried aloud,

Running across the street

He couldn't find the crowd.

The streets were paved with garbage

The size of motor cars,

While businessmen were drinking cocktails

Somewhere - laced with caviar

Meanwhile in a basement,

I am listening to the rain

Thinking about the day going by.

And wasn't it a shame,

I'd let the kettle boil dry.

And I'd forgot to buy myself a T.V. guide

Last daze of an empire

Will be the first rays of hope

I saw and heard the news today,

Fifteen times or more;

It helped me keep informed all day,

Of what's going on outside my door.

I read the papers in between the bulletins

On the radio and T.V.;

I didn't have to move an inch,

I felt as solid as a tree.

I looked out of my basement window,

At a cat lying fast asleep.

The street looked like the aftermath

And the sky was turning grey.

The crowd had moved on somewhere else -

The young man talked to a garbage heap.

As I looked down at my feet,

I felt nothing left to say, but then,

The last daze of an empire

Can be the first rays of hope