The Twenty-Second Century

We dreamt it clearly
Shush don’t tell them:
The blue craters and all the glass
The lush plant life
The lack of angles and the fluorescence, under stars
But can you keep a secret?
We’re gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be
The kids who ruled everything
In the twenty-second century
Don’t ever say that we’ll never get there
We can start with our jars of coins
We’ll build space suits made out of silver
We’ll find a rocket in the rocket graveyard
But can you keep a secret?
We’re gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be
The kids who ruled everything
In the twenty-second century
But can you keep a secret?
We’re gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be
The kids who ruled everything
In the twenty-second century
But can you keep a secret?
We’re gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be
The kids who ruled everything
In the twenty-second century