| The last day rushes by | |
| And the Moon looks so sad | |
| No tears tonight | |
| It's the best we've ever had | |
| And the air's filled with voices | |
| And loudspeaker calls | |
| And we just waltz | |
| As we're waiting | |
| For the Maker | |
| For the Maker | |
| And in the far distant sky | |
| Rose a black, evil cloud | |
| Come to feed on the lives | |
| Of the fools who allowed | |
| Stupid men fight their wars | |
| With empty words in hallowed halls | |
| And leave us waltz | |
| As we waited | |
| For the Maker | |
| For the Maker | |
| 'Round and around and around and around | |
| For the Maker | |
| For the Maker | |
| For the Maker | |
| For the Maker | |
| For the Maker |