The future has long lines The future looks like a screen It's all you'll ever see All lit up like a stadium and Who will be the first? The future's made of dust And we are all just rust in the machine
I'm bound to make some more mistakes Get deathly ill three or four times I'll find money on the street, no unexpected luck I will spend some time crying I'll be helped so much I'll be transformed I'll get the baby in the king cake I'll climb a small mountain, get three more bikes stolen Paint four more kitchen ceilings
Which is imitations and hooks Bits that you remember nothing Ask it's another look The future's empty in it's way The future has long lines The future looks like a screen And I cannot believe the future's happening to me
Arrows pointed, educated, words to let you know The border guards have graduated They're taking up their post I lift the receiver, find you there I'll win and lose some bets The magic hour, make me feel at home In a place I don't know yet I'll spook the horse, keep the lights on Leave mythologies alone I'll try to say all the right things But get hung up on the tone
The future has long lines The future looks like a screen And I cannot believe the future's happening to me