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
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
Know unexpected love
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
We're just imitations and hooks
Bits that you remember
Nothing else gets another look
The future's empty in its 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 posts
I'll lift the receiver
And find you there
I'll win and lose some bets
The magic hour
Will make me feel at home
In a place i don't know yet
I'll spook the horse
Keep the lights dark
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