Is this it It's so hard to tell There's something sweet and tender in the sight, the sound, the smell How much longer do we all have now And is that true, that thing that you say Even if it wasn't, you would say it anyway How much longer do we all have now How much longer do we all have now And it seems, more often than not There's something slowly steeping in the land that time forgot How much longer do we all have now How much longer do we all have now When it hits, sooner than you please They'll cry out for their navels as they fall down to their knees How much longer will they all have then How much longer will they all have then But the newsroom made no motion, no motion to leave They just waited, breath baited, for the last reprieve And they stared up at the last star as it sank from the sky And the roads stopped rolling in the middle of the night