Deviant

Progress

Progress

Salt in the air,

Wind in your hair,

Sails billowing far above,

When you set out to travel the unknown.

Spinning the wheels of progress.

Measuring the stars,

Timing the sun,

Many things we people have done,

The things in the past propel us forward,

May we move on to bigger and better.

Spinning the wheels of progress.

The first telephone,

Next the very first car,

Those simple things have taken us so far,

Now we continue to create and evolve,

Spinning the wheels of progress

Large electric buses,

A cell phone on your wrist,

Now let's go create,

All those things we have yet to miss,

Spinning the wheels of progress.

So with mist and with fog,

We step forward into the age of technology,

Sails blowing high,

Wind whipping fast,

A city of shimmering lights awaits,

On the next slide of progress.