Like it or not, time's running out
That's really what the fighting's about
All our fuel does the work of millions of men
We strive for the means loosing 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 we know ourselves of the taste of it
Time to set about replacing it
Dusk in the days of gasoline
The stars adding spans hungry for space
Soon we'll collapse, leave a hole in it's place
Don't be afraid, as day turns to night
The most beautiful hour rise at the turn of the light
The whisper of doubt, will rise to a scream
Time to we know 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