‘Where are you Going?’

Some heard it on the radio,
Some by word of mouth.
But somehow everyone knew
What was coming from the south.

Everyone was moving
Like ant before the rain.
Something strange had happened
To drive the world insane.

To realise what they’d said
Could never happen, had.
Everybody running,
And everyone gone mad.

All fleeing underground,
Each one to his own grave.
For the last time ever,
All praying to be saved.

I climbed out of the panic
Up to the highest hill.
I waited silently,
‘Til all was calm and still.

There was no where to run.
There’s no hiding from the end.
So I sat waiting for death,
Alone with but one friend.

The skyline caught alight,
The very world was burning.
An end to all the life,
The pain, the will, the learning.

Sitting on my hilltop,
Who can have laughed the last?
Closer comes the time that is
The future of the past.

All around is quiet.
There’s nothing left to say.
The lull before the storm.
Today is judgment day.

Composer: Simon Gardner

Lyricist: Martin Day
© M Day 20-Jun-1978