Hey all you people
Living in the past.
Go grab your keys
And drive your cars real fast,
Because speed is all that matters,
And time is slipping away.
Slip, slip, slipping, away into space.
Welcome to the twenty first century.
All is extraordinary.
Everybody writes their own sad story.
Welcome to the twenty first century.
I’m alone, all alone.
I’m looking at the answering machine and the light isn’t blinking and that means
That no one has called me in three weeks.
I’ve been in the same spot
All along, with my books on my couch
I wish my friends would come
And pull me
Away from this house.
Welcome to the twenty first century
So, so much opportunity.
Everything is plain, just like honesty.
Welcome to the twenty first century.
I’m alone, all alone.
And then I’m at my high school stadium
Where looks rule
And whats cool seems to get me nowhere
I’m standing at the top of a ramp
Pointed at the moon
And everyone is there
They wave goodbye as the cool night air accepts me and I fly away into the sky.
Welcome to the twenty first century.
I think they’ve already lost me.
Everybody writes their own sad story.
Try not to be another story.