Peace, prosperity, pride
Our wizards said there’d be no ebb to this tide
And the sages did not see the spaces to hide
Or the cracks in the footings, the termites inside

Then darkness broke through that clear morn in September
When our land saw the blackest hell
I swore what I’d be, and I would remember
The day after...

When what to my wondering worry worn eyes
Mere strangers at once turn near kindred with binding ties
City to city to wide open country skies
No left or right, black or white, hands on hearts, all please arise!

The light that shone through those dark days like an ember
Lit the fires of the citadel
And we swore what we'd be, we'd always remember
The days after the towers fell

Short memories, of braveries, of slaveries,
Prone to retreat
And walk through the door, like Rome before, forevermore
Known in defeat
The remedy, no mystery: know history
Or be doomed to repeat it.

Just seven short years, oops! we've blown it again
The bubbles this time around are bigger times ten
The Animal spirits broke loose from the pen
Can we put them back, pull the slack, right the track
But it's business as usual, we're playing the fool
Though no bodies falling to the ground, no smell of jet fuel
The carnage lying round the bend's as real and as cruel

Many realms gone before have marched to their December
While the crowds cried "all is well!"
That fate will be ours if we don't remember
The days after, the days after
The towers fell

Remember the days after
Remember the day after
Remember the day after
Remember, Remember, Remember