Two million miles across the land
 Scattered to the highest high
 Expect they'll either laugh or cry
 No sex, no consequence, no sympathy
 You're good enough to heat


 Two minute warning
 Two minutes later
 When time has come
 My days are numbered


 The dawning another year
 Marks time for those who understand
 One in four still here
 While you and I go hand in hand
 No radio, no sound, no sanctuary
 So welcome to your last


 The sun, the solitude, the cemetery
 So welcome to your last.