It Doesn't Mean We're Done

The lights go out past the avenue Windows hum with a warning tone Every headline has a hungry mouth Every room feels overgrown I keep my hand on the splintered rail Try to make the staircase hold There are days I fear the future is Just a debt we never chose But under the floor Under the wires Something keeps time Through the smoke and the tires It doesn't mean we're done It doesn't have to end We are building where you'll stand With our shaking, stubborn hands It doesn't mean we're done Even when the dark runs long If the roof begins to break We'll raise another one I will not promise easy ground I will not paint the trouble gold But I can lay one board across The place they said would never hold I have seen a seed split stone I have seen a locked gate bend Not because the world was kind But because we moved again What if the night comes back? Then we learn the dark by name What if our hands fall short? Then we build it anyway It doesn't mean we're done It doesn't have to end We are building where you'll stand With our shaking, stubborn hands It doesn't mean we're done Even when the dark runs long If the roof begins to break We'll raise another one There are nights I almost say We came too late to turn the tide There are mornings I hear something Moving on the other side If we can't clear the whole sky We can still make room Not for glory Not for pride Not to win the longest fight Just a place with open air Just a morning getting there It doesn't mean we're done It doesn't have to end We are building where you'll stand With our shaking, stubborn hands It doesn't mean we're done Even when the dark runs long If the roof begins to break We'll raise another one It doesn't mean we're done It doesn't have to end We are building where you'll stand With our shaking, stubborn hands We don't know your face yet But we can't wait to meet you