The Future

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