(Kerry Livgren)
Cold grey morning without sunlight ghostly mist on the
horizon

Empty visions of a world gone mad paints a picture so
revealing
Through my window dark tomorrow I can hear the sirens wailing

For the future we are holding on as the ship of fools is
sailing


Such a long time such a long time
We are waiting for a peace that's lasting
Reaching upward sliding downward looks like just another

Cold grey morning

Hardly breathing hope is fading it's the end of the beginning

Children playing in the empty streets it's a cold grey morning