We were young

We were young

Before footprints

Were laid down

As history

On moondust

Once upon a time

Stonehenge was a new build

With planning permission

For another magic circle

The clock moved toward

It still is

Ice cold in Alex

But the heat is on

For an escape plan

Too many lives

Have been lost

For the greater good

Whoever said that

Was never at risk

The one percent

Will always survive

Even as the clock ticks

Toward extinction

Of the other ninety-nine

Teenage kicks

Can bring old dogs

To their knees

Cool cats

Have nine lives

With the proper tools

A social conscience

Can move mountains

It is how they built

The Pyramids

From a drawing

On the back of a

Pack of Camels

A string of twenty

Was enough

To roll away the stones

Perhaps the world needs

A lungful of magic

In days gone by

Gods

Could walk on water

Now we are drowning

For want of a life raft

And a ticking clock