the last world war

I’ll do my best to stay awake tonight
But these are mediocre times
The best has come and faded
The rest could never save it
We’re weary of the imminent
But tired of the waiting

And its hard to be alone
With the ghost of the radio
Asking don’t you remember how it was

I’d send for a youthful song
You’d raise your cup and sing along
We’d laugh until the morning had come

Living what we believed we had never seen before
We found ourselves between the surface and the floor (ocean/shore)
Rejecting what we’d seen while holding out for more
On the threshold of the last world war

What a funny shade of quiet we’ve become
So little to say when the songs are sung
The spirit feels like fading
The shadows plan on staying
We’re fighting for a second change
But tired of the waiting

And its hard to be alone
With the ghost of the radio
Asking how we ever ended up like this

We’ve only to turn it on
Shake the dust, hum some barsIn no time we’d be dancing aga