You've exited the freeway
And you're sitting at the light
And the man there with the homeless sign
Is looking right at you
So you fidget with the radio
And pretend to fix your hair
As you're slowly pulling forward
So the mirror blocks your view
Obsessed with the all-seeing eye
We live our lives on film
(Welcome to the world of tomorrow)
We've all but given up on private space
(It's all over now)
This is what you had for lunch
And here you're hanging with your friends
I got to know your breasts
Before I ever saw your face
Pretty fly now rest your head
(Open your eyes, get out of bed)
Sleeping in your water bed
(You're nearly dead, you're nearly dead)
Birdie finally knows you're dead
(Open your eyes, get out of bed)
Crown of hyacinths instead
(You're nearly dead, you're nearly dead)
You're crying as the legends die
And I understand the loss
(Welcome to the world of tomorrow)
But what about the woman down the block
(It's all over now)
It was weeks before they discovered her
Because she lived alone
And all that you could manage was
"Well that's the way it goes"
Pretty fly now rest your head
(Open your eyes, get out of bed)
Sleeping in your water bed
(You're nearly dead, you're nearly dead)
Birdie finally knows you're dead
(Open your eyes, get out of bed)
Crown of hyacinths instead
(You're nearly dead, you're nearly dead)
Waiting for the preacher
Pressed against the window pane
Leaning on the everlasting
Notes of your refrain
Rifle on your knee
You sing the descant all the same
The fly went to the river
And was never seen again
The world of tomorrow
It's all over now
World of tomorrow
It's all over now
It's all over now