Future Fogies Lyrics

A city of fools

We walk below the tower of days now past

And approach a sweet dark pool of faded chalk

Taking a seat on the park bench like two old bookends

I'm just a wannabe Simon and maybe we can call you Art

Our future folds before us into a dancing crane of shadows

Prancing through the falling leaves our age finally catches up

We reminisce about the days now past to find an empty book

A page asking to be written, a sky wanting to change

I don't wanna know you like I should

Maybe tomorrow we'll wish we would

Waking up with a paper route

It's news to me, there's nothing to read

As the ducks turn to clouds I walk through their feathers

Brushing past their fibers, I see the shapes of those before

A pet, a soldier, a now forgotten widower with child

There we are but in a different time,

When we now know who we are and what it is we sing

Comforted by our definition and confident in our muse

They don't know about us yet, but you sure as hell should

Yeah they don't know about us yet, but you sure as hell should

I don't wanna know you like I should

Maybe tomorrow we'll wish we would

Waking up with a paper route

It's news to me, there's nothing to read

I don't wanna know you like I should

Maybe tomorrow we'll wish we would

Waking up with a paper route

It's news to me, there's nothing to read

I don't wanna know you like I should

Maybe tomorrow we'll wish we would

Waking up with a paper route

It's news to me, and it's time to clock out