I see everything
through the filter of a lens
the future, it depends
on whether it's cloudy or it's clear
Sometimes vision, it is blurred
But through actions and through words
the future, undisturbed
I press on with no fear
Oh I hope those days of trouble
have gone and left me far behind
For the future is in the footsteps
of the young, impressionable minds
Make way, for I'm running out of time
They rally and they ride
through the towns that pass them by
the future, it seems to hide
amongst the many, it won't show
You can hear it in their talks,
See the stumble in their walks,
the future, all just thoughts
They don't grasp, they don't know
Oh I hope those days of trouble
have gone and left me far behind
For the future is in the footsteps
of the young, impressionable minds
Make way, for I'm running out of time
I see everything
through the filter of a lens
the future, it depends
on whether it's cloudy or it's clear