On hundred years I've walked alone
Through fields of brick and bone
Where is the mother

Where is the maker
Where have all the humans gone


In the house where I use to live
A place to plug my cathodes in
Where is the mother

Where is the maker
Where have all the people gone


In the days before the bomb
Stayed inside to kept the home
They would protect me

In times of properity
In times before the Earth had died


Wait now wait, there is a message coming in
A voice familiar, cutting through the din
Singing sweetly to me

A voice of family
Could it be, could it be


"Little AL424-15
I'd be there if I could If I were still alive
Be brave and find your way

Make it through another day
Hear my voice and you'll never be alone"


"Hush hush, mother's talking now"