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(Ron Mael) It`s winter, it`s raining You`re tired, she`s fainting You`re bitter, she`s brooding But don`t be disenchanted `Causs you can barley stand it The sweep and the grandeur The scope and the laughter The future, the future The future`s got it covered With what will be discovered In the future fun is fun In the future, lots of sun I`ll be there, it`s up to you You`ll be there if you don`t do nothing foolish You`ll love it, I know it I know what you like and You`ll love it, I know it We`ll need some vintage vino So wash you feet and stamp away Coming soon and everywhere Everyone will walk on air Now it seems so far away But each day it`s getting closer and closer Convenience and pleasure All blended together And culture, and madness You think you`ve seen it all You`ve seen it all exept the future |