Last Days of an Empire - Murray Head

Hey wait for me!

The young man cried aloud,

Running across the street,

he couldn’t find the crowd.

The streets were paved with garbage

The size of motor cars,

While businessmen were drinking cocktails somewere,

Laced with caviar.

Meanwhile in a basement,

I am listening to the rain,

thinking about the day going by.

And wasn’t it a shame, I let the kettle boil dry.

And I forgot to buy myself a TV guide.

The last days of an empire

Can be the first rays of hope

Last days of an empire

Can be the first rays of hope

I saw and heard the news today, fifteen times or more.

It helped me keep informed all day

Of what’s going on outside my door.

I read the papers in between the bulletins on the radio and TV.

I didn’t have to move an inch,

I felt as solid as a tree.

I looked out of my basement window,

At a cat lying fast asleep.

The street looked like the aftermath

And the sky was turning grey.

The crowd had moved on somewhere else —

The young man talked to a garbage heap.

As I looked down at my feet,

I felt nothing left to say,

but then, the last days of an empire

Can be the first rays of hope

Last days of an empire

Can be the first rays of hope

Last days of an empire

Can be the first rays of hope

Last days of an empire

Can be the first rays of hope