Almost Spent

wave goodbye to the good old days and wonder where they went. check your watches and grab your coats, for the century is almost spent. stand in the hall and bid your farewell, get ready for the cold. it's the witching hour, it's pumpkin time and the stories are being told. and you're plotting and scheming and dreaming the end. where are the real people, the people for change? the century could pass and we'd party but the world cries out to dance again. it's like a wave and it's builidng out there, heading for the shore. knuckles whiten, the knots are tightened, the time and tide of the poor. let's all meet by the sea, and watch the sun go down on 100 years. the tide is drawing in and it's time to listen to a world of tears. like a fever; a blinding fire, a world hidden from our eyes. the century will pass, so strong and silent, don't let its call be denied.