where will you be
in twenty or three
will you be less or more
than those in front of you
door's locked, no use to me
the future's plain and boringly strange
we'll walk away, talk another day
hang our lives up on the wire
put our faces into a box
ship them off along the wavelength
it never goes like you say
so you see, we've only got today
you can make it last
or let it waste
but whatever you do
don't lose your space
with the way we're spinning
we better get bitter
