Is it Dark Yet?

Looking out my window into open space
I can see what’s coming, though it’s far away
The birds are calling to the falling stars
What do they feel when there’s no reply

Come sit beside me, there’s nothing to explain
There nothing we can do about the way things have been
I wonder if each winter could be the last
If we have the means to make our future the past

Let’s leave together when evening falls
Head up the river beyond its source
We will get there following that tune
The edges of our vision brightened by the moon