Lunar sort of landscape, bombed-out and burning Here's our reporter, another tiny war Ulster or Kampala, Detroit or Guatemala 57 channels, but we've seen this one before Everyone's a witness We've all been in orbit Earth was blue and silver A big toy balloon We're all a little older The air's a little colder Feels like 40 lifetimes Since we walked on the moon In my time we've drunk away a century In my time we've tried to walk it honestly Love and anger, got to let the spirit shine In my time that's all I've got, But I know it's mine I know it's mine, I know it's mine… We cut our teeth on passion Impulse and mercy We tell the truth to strangers Lie to spare our friends Stupidity and glory Is everybody's story Before you put the light out Will you tell me how it ends? In my time etc… We followed an unlikely star Never thought we'd get this far Now we don't know where we are But hey… we're hanging on… In my time etc…