I look toward the ocean   see reflections on the water   a glossy illumination   of the city lights      far out in the waves   is the shape of a whale   hear it singing its old song   like it has always done      it was just a dream    which comes and goes   as do the old seasons   while the wind still blows      it will take a hundred years   waiting for the summer   and no one just yet knows   if we'll hear the whales again      nuclear winter covers the world   for almost 20 years   all what we own are dreams   and hope for the next generation      chorus:   open the door, step outside   walk on the frozen ground   look in the sky - a grey cloud   winter is still around