Текст: David Bowie. Heathen. Sunday.

Nothing remains
We could run when the rain slows
Look for the cars or signs of life
Where the heat goes

Look for the drifters
We should crawl under the bracken
Look for the shafts of light
On the road where the heat goes
Everything has changed

For in truth, it's the beginning of nothing
And nothing has changed
Everything has changed

For in truth, it's the beginning of an end
And nothing has changed
Everything has changed

In your fear
Of what we have become
Take to the fire
Now we must burn

All that you are
Rise together
Through these clouds
As on wings

This is the trip
And this the business we take
This is our number
All my trials
Lord, will be remembered

Everything has changed