Futures - Darlingside

Our future moment disappears

A future ringing in my ear

I hear her calling, calling

Calling me I hear

Radio future waves transmit

My future Mrs. President

And she tries to tell me

It’s not ever too, its

Not ever too, its

Not ever too late

It’s not ever too, its

Not ever too, its

Not ever too late

It’s not ever too, ever too late

Through future forests in the sea

My future dog is walking me

I hear him calling, calling

From deep within the Thermoscene

Bikini snow burns like acetylene

Under our feet

It’s not ever too, its

Not ever too, its

Not ever too late

It’s not ever too, its

Not ever too, its

Not ever too late

It’s not ever too, ever too late

The future dawning of the day

It’s never here and never goes away

It’s not ever too, its

Not ever too, its

Not ever too late

It’s not ever too, its

Not ever too, its

Not ever too late

It’s not ever too, ever too late