My espirical flashes Modelling weed Slip those inside The shoes in meetings The clothes of masters Summon the senses Start rubbing the eyes Standing on thrones to hip height Rockets in there, in the night As just somebody seems to explain I wish credit to the racing I could not avert my eyes There's just so many ways to go insane Won't you carry me away? Won't you carry me away? Future boy today Man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow He's the future boy today Man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow He's the future boy today Man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow He's the future boy today Man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow, man of tomorrow