Star

I stepped outside it seemed like everything had been broken

Not a single soul in sight, and not a word being spoken

I thought I must be missing something, but what, I didn't know

I couldn't put my finger on it where did all the people go.

Tell me why has it gone slow?

I've been thinking quite a lot about where things are going

The future's looking grim, but there's no way of knowing

I don't want to spend my days wearing myself out

An element of certainty, with little joy and little doubt

What is it all about?