2073

There's a secret window in my house.
Face pressed against the glass it faces south.
I saw a boy old and grey.
And the cars look different they've sprout legs.

And it feels like 2073.
And the people seem estranged to me.
And it feels like 2073.
Oh take me away I don't wanna see.

And the crackheads hang out back of the school.
Slipping through the cracks and dropping their souls.
And the brick wall holds them tight.
Cementing their fate all night.

And it feels like 2073.
And the people seem estranged to me.
And it feels like 2073.
Oh take me away I don't wanna see.

There's a pipeline that carries blood.
Across town to vending machines.
To fill in the holes left by the war.
When mothers weep when their sons are no more.

And they tie up their hearts with ribbons.
Hoping that it will hold them up.
And they tie up their broken hearts with ribbons.
In 2073.