The Maker - Midge Ure

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