The last posting title inspired me to come up with a lyric for a song that’s not yet recorded. Typed in about four minutes, imagine it as a three-chord trash rock song, sung with a curled lip and a loose hip. Oh yeah, baby.
Here Comes the Future
Here comes the future, baby
You know its no surprise
I just hope I’m still alive
To watch the future arrive
Here comes the future, baby
A fact no one can deny
Even if I am late
I know it will turn up on time
Chorus:The future
It comes in the blink of an eye
The future
The present in another disguise
The future
Far away but close enough to see
The future
It’s so bright, bright for you and for me
Here comes the future, baby
Who knows what might be in store
Another day another minute another hour passes
I don’t think I can wait anymore
Here comes the future, baby
I want to hold in my hands
So close I can almost taste it
Without taking my eyes off my plans
Chorus:The future
It comes in the blink of an eye
The future
The present in another disguise
The future
Far away but close enough to see
The future
It’s so bright, bright for you and for me
Here comes the future, baby
It’s there for us to take
Just hold on tight to me
And we’ll leave those losers in our wake
Here comes the future, baby
You can feel it breathing down our necks
No-one knows what’s coming round the corner
I can’t wait to see what happens next
My mind is racing, so I think I might be on the upstroke at the moment. Oooooh…hold on tight…