| Can you see the day, | |
| When everyone can say they've got one? | |
| A cloud is moving in, blotting out your landmine vision | |
| So many are afraid, concealing all their secret weapons | |
| You can see it in their eyes, | |
| Like the brake lights on a highway glisten | |
| Three billion is a lot, it's impossible to separate them | |
| A career is made and lost, in sorting out the devastation | |
| What you get you've got, the rest can be imagination | |
| And what you lose you've lost, | |
| Here comes the instant separation | |
| Careful where you step | |
| There may be a mine under there |