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2155 - Whitehorse
Composed by:Luke Doucet/Melissa McClelland
Produced by:Luke Doucet/Melissa McClelland
Can I come back to see you
In twenty one fifty five
To see what we have wrought
Is anybody else alive
Are the maples carbon fibre
Your blues eyes holographic
Did we survive the apocalypse
Are all relations sapphic
Hey where are you?
I came back to the future just to find you
Did we find a cure for apathy
And sort out Monday blues
Eradicate theocracy and the weekly world news
Conspiracies have crumbled
The ballots never rigged
Do we make untold fortunes
From low rent indie folk rock gigs
Hey where are you?
I came back to the future just to find you
Transhumanism folded
A flash in the bed pan
Zuckerberg did hard time
He deceived the common man
Now the borders are dissolving
Nobody keeping score
The refugees fly first class
Never wash up on the shore
Hey where are you?
I came back to the future
Hey where are you?
I came back to the future
But I will always love you
Even at two eighty two
I'll be finding my way back
Always coming home to you