Lyric

To the me from twenty years ago

Please don’t be disappointed, though

I buried this capsule under the ground

Time went on, the world spun ‘round

Good and bad, they came in waves

But don’t be shocked by what I say

Cars don’t fly, the sky is still clear

Time travel never made it here

Legends have died, their voices remain

While crooked politicians still entertain

Smartphones stole our nights and days

“Likes” define a life’s own weight

The charts are ruled by cash and greed

Real music buried, replaced by need

Cars don’t fly, the sky is still clear

Time machines are nowhere near

Heroes are gone, the clowns survive

Running the circus, keeping the lies alive

Still, music hasn’t learned to die

Though industry sells it for a lie

A human voice can break the chain

So live on, even through the pain

Cars don’t fly, the sky is still clear

Time travel’s only a dream we cheer

Still you can laugh, still you can fight

Even in this fucked-up world tonight, we keep on laughing