In our days, we've watched the passing of old ways.

Shaded clouds rolling in sideways,

Sweeping away what was left of the Sun's rays.

We've weathered the storm and reborn in the calm,

Even found Love through it all.

But one day, one day it will rain,

With black clouds and thunder and ice and rage.

So scorned may be the Earth,

That morning may not see day.

If it, Should it, When it happens,

Can we, Could we, Will we say,

We have moved on, to better days