Silver pods fall from the blue.
Cold steel wakes a world anew.
Red dirt clings to every boot.
Planting deep a hardy root.
The wind pulls hard against the wall.
We stand tall before the fall.
Run where the wild grasses blow.
Follow where the gold rivers flow.
Leave the ruins far behind.
Newer heavens we will find.
Leather coats and sharpened stone.
Building shrines of white and bone.
Corn grows tall in plastic rows.
Where the frozen tundra glows.
The wind pulls hard against the wall.
We stand tall before the fall.
Run where the wild grasses blow.
Follow where the gold rivers flow.
Leave the ruins far behind.
Newer heavens we will find.
Raiders march through heavy haze.
Setting all the brush ablaze.
Turrets hum a steady beat.
Turning gravel into heat.
Run where the wild grasses blow.
Follow where the gold rivers flow.
Leave the ruins far behind.
Newer heavens we will find.
Copper wires weave through the floor.
Lock the heavy iron door.
Medicine in glass and light.
Keeping out the winter night.
Run where the wild grasses blow.
Follow where the gold rivers flow.
Leave the ruins far behind.
Newer heavens we will find.
Wooden ships will take the flight.
Sailing through the velvet night.
Steel and steam and solar fire.
Lifting up a bold desire.
Run where the wild grasses blow.
Follow where the gold rivers flow.
Leave the ruins far behind.
Newer heavens we will find.
Gold rivers flow. Heavens we find.
Open wide the sky.
