Do you remember when the sky was blue?
No? Sometimes I dream about it, too.
Well, what about when grass was green?
Now that's something I'd've liked to have seen.
Was the ocean ever clear?
Was it blue? Is that true?
Did birds sing and chirp?
Did busy businessmen go to work?
Was land really so big a deal,
our presidents fought for a nation's appeal?
What's a gun?
Doesn't sound like much fun.
But they used those, too?
I wish it weren't true.
But there were still the cities,
lit up and pretty.
And those "cars" you mentioned,
what an odd invention.
And what did you call them?
Economies, yeah.
Were they really always doing so bad?
But even then, in a world like that,
It'd be so much better to have it all back.
I'm so tired of brown, murky seas,
dead birds on the ground,
dried up leaves.
Empty cities
and empty homes,
open fields
where planes have flown.
Gunshots and bombs
from miles away,
The world you knew...
it should have stayed.
The night's a lot different,
when it rains on the roof.
It doesn't pitter-patter,
like it does above ground.
Down in the tunnels,
it's a whole different sound.
It's a low, grumbling thud,
a reminder to me,
there're no more birds,
and no more trees.
No more hot, summer days
to kick up your feet.
No more comfort in the ash on a street.
That's another thing,
another question I had:
didn't it all just make you feel sad?
I know you said it's a blinding light,
but it killed some people;
started this whole darn mess.
Do they really think it was for the best?
Sorry, I'm asking one question too much.
I'll slow down my pace, and ask it as such:
Do you think all this happened,
simply because,
we'd gotten sick of the way that it was?
