MUSIC FOR SALE

I'm driving down an empty highway
Rusting cars like tombstones line the way
In one night the world disappeared
Haven't seen a soul in so many years
I wander city to city, searching for a sign
Call on short wave radio but silence answers mine
Always static, no one on the line
Hope keeps fading, I'm running out of time

Every day I awake
Every citys a grave
I ache to hear a voice
A touch, a sign, a wave
Is this the final chapter
Or a chance to carry on
The end of all we've known
Or the birth of a new dawn

I speak to the ghosts, that live in my head
Pretend I hear them, though everyone's dead
When will I give up and settle down
Find a quaint little empty town
Move into the best looking house
I'll start a garden, watch it grow
Enjoy the sunsets in the cool breeze
Am I really the last of my species

Every day I awake
Every city’s a grave
I’m searching for a voice,
A touch, a sign, a wave
Is this the final chapter,
Then I’ll write it with my song
The end of all we’ve known,
Or the birth of a new dawn
Population one…
Is this really population one