2005

Mama read the paper
Said tomorrow's on the way
A silver-bullet kitchen
And a world she can't explain

Dad drew tiny spaceships
On the back of a receipt
Said, "We'll eat from shining boxes
And nobody walks the streets"

We saw it in a window
All the futures we could buy
Plastic dreams in color
Climbing up into the sky

Oh, what a time
What a time to be alive
They said we'd live on chrome
In the year two thousand five

Oh, what a time
What a time to be alive
They dreamed us in a blur
Now we wear it in our eyes
(What a time)
(What a time)

Grandma swore by robots
Cooking dinner, folding clothes
Men in shining helmets
And a moon road for the pros

They thought we'd keep on smiling
With a camera in the wall
Every kid a little captain
Every door a secret call

They were half-right, baby
We got glass and endless screens
But the hearts behind the numbers
Still get hungry in their dreams

Oh, what a time
What a time to be alive
They said we'd live on chrome
In the year two thousand five

Oh, what a time
What a time to be alive
They dreamed us in a blur
Now we wear it in our eyes
(What a time)
(What a time)

Black-and-white parents
Holding futures in their hands
They never saw the silence
In the bright machine-made land

A child in a hallway
With a tiny glowing face
Still looking for the answer
In the same old human place

Oh, what a time
What a time to be alive
They said we'd live on chrome
In the year two thousand five

Oh, what a time
What a time to be alive
They dreamed us in a blur
Now we wear it in our eyes
(What a time)
(What a time)