As the sun sets this september to the horizon I turn
my eyes and there off in the distance I imagine a
plume of smoke will rise
and the dust will fall like snow on people down below
holding hands and bowing heads
and I know we'll be alright
we live our lives wasting time, wasting time
we tell ourselves everything's all right, everything
is fine
then we wait for something to fall before we cry
and then we're left here asking why, asking why

It does not matter after all as jet planes fly and
towers fall
tell me what matters in the wake of tragic things that
madmen make