Like it or not, time's running out That's really what the fighting's about While our fuel does the work of millions of men We strive for the means losing sight of the ends We thought we were gods, that we'd never break Dreamed we would grow forever and now we're awake The trickle of doubt, will rise to a stream Time to ween ourselves off the taste of it Time to set about replacing it Dusk in the days of gasoline The star that expands hungry for space Soon we'll collapse, leave a hole in its place Don't be afraid, as day turns to night The most beautiful hour arise at the turn of the light The whisper of doubt, will rise to a scream Time to ween ourselves of the taste of it Time to set about replacing it Dusk in the days of gasoline It doesn't take a prophet to see what is down the line It's not a question of if, it's a matter of time