Homecoming - The Jayhawks

Yeah, the room is closing in

The air is getting thicker

It’s hard for me to breathe

All the writing’s on the wall

Yet we refuse to read it

Heads buried in the sand

We’ve gone down a road

To places uncharted

It’s our little world

It’s time to get started

Short-sighted men

With eyes on their pockets

The next generation is watching the clock

Wind down, down down

(All coming down)

As the slaughterhouses hum

Stockholders count their profits

While blocking out the sun

All the oceans brown with foam

The polar ice is melting

Watch forests as they fall

There’s no one else

Coming to save us

Are the children

Always the bravest

Stealing their dreams

One day at a time

A future betrayal

Denying the science

(All coming down)

Every street is choked with cars

Poor mother earth is ravaged

And disappearing stars

Left to ourselves

And our own devices

Who can we trust

To make the right choices

Maintain status quo

The house and the senate

We leave behind a dead dying planet

(All coming down)