I've been waiting for the flying cars
Their spreading wings, their hovering
To lift me up and float me away
Through clouds and air to anywhere
I am through listening
All the prophets hate me
And all their fortunes miss the mark
I wanted something faster to get me somewhere faster
But now there's nowhere left to go
I've been killing time
I can't think why
The moving sidewalks have not arrived
When there's demand, where there'd be need
But here we are with tired feet
I am through listening
All the prophets hate me
And all their fortunes miss the mark
I wanted something faster to get me somewhere faster
But now there's nowhere left to go
Has it been better or worse than you predicted?
A little of both, a little of both
I sit at home and it's not me who swoops out
It's the world who comes and swoops in on me