Last Man on Earth

Woke up And I'm in a world with nothing in it Just the ground and distant boundaries of sound Which scare me and almost drive me mad She used To say "there's a lot more than just you" But I wouldn't be as sure now I could really think she's wrong now And I do It seems there's no one to disprove I'm son of Futurists, science, skyscrapers and high speed I've grown from Bradbury, Orwell and Frank Lloyd Wright's seeds But I'm tired And I can hardly sleep 'Cause I'm keeping too many dreams And I've got no space in me Hey folks! Well, Dylan was right after all... I'm the last man on this planet standing And violently falls the atomic rain Down on me, it burns in my veins But there's no one left to blame And son of Punks and beboppers, Lennon - McCartney Belong to ENIAC, Warhol, Newton and Darwin But I'm tired And I can hardly sleep Those dreams I had I just don't think They're goin' to go and let me be