The children play the games they play
The schoolyard’s empty
The morning’s on the way

It looks as if
The world will split
And they’ll get caught in the thick of it

They knew this day would come their way
They failed to hold
The rats at bay

The schools are empty
The children play
Their parents worry
Their parents pray

I’m not yet ready to go
I’m not ready to go
I’m still new

“This is the end, my only friend”
The final broadcast
There’s nothing to append

It’s come this way
This is the day
The morning sun sends the night away

A silent whistle
A rising sound
The huddling folk
The first inbound

The schools are empty
The children play
Their parents worry
Their parents pray

I’m not yet ready to go
I’m not ready to go
I’m still new