What will the world look like in the future,
All crumbled and torn at the sides,
With relics of now.
The swell of voices creates a hum,
As the red of the sun fills the air,
Above everyone.

The people still frightened and found with the same flaws,
New ways of describing them still,
And telling us how.

We've not got it figured out,
How to think the right way.

The spin of the world is known now by everyone,
The crashing of waves over head,
The heat of the sun.
Thats why we stay home plugged into the networks,
The pipes give us all that we need,
So nobody runs.

But where can we go,
We've not figured it out.
Oh where can we go,
We've not figured it out.

If we knew what was to come,
Could we save it now, save everyone.
If we knew what was to come,
Could we save it now, save everyone.

You said that science would set us free,
That it made the dawn and all that we see.
It seemed to smart to be designed,
By man or company.