The Futurist

A servant to no sweetheart convenience
No cold heart, life-size emotional abacus
And this transaction doesn't tear my soul apart
Just burn a hole in my pocket but not in my heart
And the head tic's taken more than it's given
It's counting up to infinity, still doesn't feel like living
Black crosses up on a calendar speak
So many moments that can't be made to meet

I started walking because my heart was frozen and I couldn't feel a thing
Your door was open
There were flowers on the table
Holding up the ceiling
Over the city
Was the guys and the guns
The money and the drugs
Only looking for a quiet place to be where the future never comes

And this hunting and gathering ain't never gonna be enough
I just keep both filling up and filling it up
And the difference between what you want and what you need
Is if your heart's not safe at night
It's much harder to sleep

I started walking 'cause my heart was frozen, I couldn't feel a thing
Your door was open
There were flowers on the table
Holding up the ceiling
Over the city
Was the guys and the guns
The money and the drugs
Only looking for a little patch of green where the future never comes

Ohh...

I started walking
I started walking through the birds and the drums
Now I'm singing in the park
I found you watching all the lovers walking around like they're glowing in the dark
Over the city
Was the guys and the guns
The money and the drugs
Only looking for somewhere else to be where the future never comes

Inside the city
Was these guys with guns
The money and the drugs
I count my blessings for this little patch of green
Where the future never comes