[Verse 1]
They put a car park on the land 
that used to be the old Central line
No cars here now, they've gone too
It's a dark foggy morning
Can just about see the sun through the haze

[Verse 2]
Shivering cold in this empty life
Dozens of us scared and hungry
We wait for the truck
But when it arrives, who will be picked?
Who will be left to starve?

[Verse 3]
Whatever the task, spirits are willing
But with clothes falling off backs
Bodies are far less able
No cigarette comforts
Nothing to bring to a table

[Bridge]
It's hard to remember disaster day
Trying doesn't help at all
Wiped away like so many people
Loss of things you can't even recall

[Verse 4]
Is it Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday?
Dates and times don't matter
All we know is that if we aren't picked
The hunger will only get worse
Until our time is over

[outro]
It didn't drop close enough

It didn't drop close enough.

Not close enough at all.

It didn't drop close enough.

Not close enough at all.