I can’t help it If all the world is ending If all the life is gone Still, you’re calling out this name: Where are the Americans? Our dimmed conscience Our hands and eyes that wander Stumbling down the road Or collapsing on parade Or lying alone in the eastern light, Sleeping in the morning hours And the only sound From the lantern-covered hills The only light From a day yet to begin The only signs Of the guns in silhouette Are only sound Are only light Only, only! Our dull silence Our disconnected lives Pull out the lightning dust At the mention of his name And whither the Americans? Shake the memories off Hide the evidence under Piss on the world below Like a dog that knows his name Where are the Americans? All calling on their own tonight, filling the remaining hours And the only sounds Are the bells up on the hill The only lights Are the lanterns in the wind The only sign Skims the rust off of the rails The only sound The only light Only, only! The only sound Is the rushing of the wind The only light Is a day yet to begin The only signs Of the lives in silhouette “The only life” Is not the only life Only, only!