The World

All that I have known from this place in which we live in
Is that people have been here before, and will be when we're done
And in one hundred years, all our names will be unknown, unwritten
Like a mark of dust in a history book in a library long gone
When the digital age consumes all that our hands can build
Why go analog when it could be much easier and sound half as real?
Replace those old dusty guitar strings with ones that last twice as long
And live your life twice as long, and buy those products twice as often
'Cause before long you'll be dead, why not prolong the impossible?
We can make you feel unstoppable, so why not feel unstoppable?

All these men I know, prescribing all the pills
That make you hate the person that you were when you were ill
From the coast of Spain where the water's crystal clear
To the smell of New York, where all the empty chairs
Line the rooms where we met each Thursday night
In an effort to take all of our wrongs and make them right
I'd spill my guts for a second chance, my wine for an empty glass
My love for an empty heart, a brand new way to start
I'd cross my T's before I dot my I's, 'cause who the hell needs foresight
In the world we're living in these days?