Stockpiling smiles
Shakings of hands
A brush-up of networks
A trading of lands
Ain't it simple
When the world is ending?
Holding my nose
I get out of bed
Put on some clothes and
Gently rub my head
It ain't simple
When the world is ending
My wife is gone
My friend is dead
My name is Jim
My blood is red
And the world is ending
The world is ending
Don't let me go
But I must go
There is a glow on the horizon
Not heaven, but another place
Others have passed before
You will pass through and then--
There is no City of Perfection
Only earth under your fingertips
And the Earth shall endure
Another apocalypse
The world's unending...