The Forecast

Whoa oh, whoa oh Whoa oh, whoa oh wah oh Whoa oh, whoa oh Whoa oh, whoa oh wah oh And now for tomorrow's ten-day forecast: Tomorrow you will wake up and feel slightly out of place There will seem to be no reason that this should be the case You'll go through all the motions, try to find what you're missing At first you'll find a quick fix in nostalgic reminiscing But soon that high will wear away, and leave you in the cold You'll worry you're irrelevant, you'll worry that you're old These worries are a product of corrupt society That profits from your sadness and from your anxiety And maybe, if you're lucky, you will find your great escape I'm not quite sure the color and I'm not quite sure the shape Maybe travel, maybe love, or maybe new career Or maybe cutting out all of the bullshit that you fear Whoa oh, whoa oh Whoa oh, whoa oh wah oh Whoa oh, whoa oh Whoa oh, whoa oh wah oh And now for tomorrow's twenty-year forecast The neighborhoods you loved will have become unrecognizable The hipsters will wear fashions that you'll find quite inadvisable You'll meet some peers much younger and more talented than you Your self-esteem will suffer, but there's not much you can do The aesthetic of the previous generation (That you hated) By the youth, to your dismay, will become celebrated The bestselling books you loathed will have become unavailable And all your favorites will be known as critically unassailable Every scandal, every crime and every devastation Will seem much worse than those in your memory's estimation It's comfortable to think that things were better in your youth Even though, that's very rarely ever been the truth Whoa oh, whoa oh Whoa oh, whoa oh wah oh Whoa oh, whoa oh Whoa oh, whoa oh wah oh And now for what you've all been waiting for: The forecast for this century You no longer feel so sad or sick or angry or exposed There is no "you" that's left to feel; your brain has decomposed Most things that you did, to be quite honest, are forgotten Be the actions noble or be they misbegotten But you changed the world a thousand tiny ways you'll never know! By interacting rather than existing in tableau The paradox of humanity is that everyone is essential While at the same time, no one is, and though it seems tangential- In a billion years, the sun will turn our planet into ashes The universe will eventually cease expanding as time passes That's tomorrow's forecast, sorry for getting so graphic That's all for the weather, now, let's go to the traffic.