When the Smoke Clears

When the smoke clears
What’s left is real
We will survive
Before the test of time
We’re out of step
Step down our line
We will survive and never give up
Jilted, out of place
In the game of our own creation
In it from the start, without the credit
But I accept the part
When the smoke clears
What’s left is real
We will survive
And never give up
Jilted, out of place
In the game of our own creation
In it from the start
With the values forever in our hearts
Let the smoke clear
Clear the way ahead
When the smoke clears
What’s left is real
We will survive the test of time
We’re out of step
Step down our line
We will survive and never give up