The man and his child travel through desolation
Of a world reduced to ash, towards the ocean
They drag everything on the road that still has value
Broken cart with some food that they found on the road
Plastic sheet to shelter from the freezing rain
And a gun to defend themselves to survive
And then the most precious good
Themselves and their love
Look Around, where is our God
Or the prophets on the road
What remains when there's no longer an after
Who brings and protects the fire
Father and son, together as one
Generations of scientists, mystics and writers
Have offered their visions of light and darkness
If one man and his child look to survive
In a wasteland without getting there
And then the most precious good
Themselves and their love
Look around, where is our God
Or the prophets on the road
What remains when there's no longer an after
Who brings and protects the fire
Father and son, together as one
If the Road never ends, If the way was wrong
Who doesn't dream has lost hope, Father and Son, together with love
What remains of human beings condemned to survive
What remains of relationships reduced to the essence
What remains of daily life, of needs to satisfy
What remains of feelings is a bond of a Father and son
Look Around, where is our God
Or the prophets on the road
What remains when there's no longer an after
Who brings and protects the fire
Father and son, together as one
The man and his child travel through desolation
Of a world reduced to ash, towards the ocean