There will be beautiful lives lived out full and long Long after the transition when the oil is gone There will be gardens green and houses warm Good livelihoods providing for the hearth and home So when the sadness seeps Through the cracks of grief Hopelessness will speak From the dark and deep... That's just the oil talking to ya It says you got no choice That's just the oil talking to ya But there's a brighter voice There will be kitchens full and parties loud Inviting conversations with the neighbor crowd There will be bright ideas - ways to get things done Time to raise a family and time for fun Right now it's harder to hear over the Huxleyan toys Drowning out the answer with the engine noise But there's a world outside that we have still not seen Because we're busy being driven by the old machine We see the same old new upon the same old screen