The dark cloak of winter's war Left a future still unsure Sitting in a class Of the future's past We saw a list of dates And we knew we would last To see them all.
1984 was a year to fear Hope was dead, a police state here Halley's comet was to fly by And we would see a shining in the nighht sky Now 2001 is soon to come And just as soon will have come and gone Nothing changes.
Standing at the crossroads Of what is, will be, and was The obvious eludes us Not because the zeroes line up We should change our way of thought More if we do not, the way ahead Is dangerously fraught And if we did the things we all know to be right Left would be the childish fears Of danger in the night.
We, each of us are fine For we have all heard the word But grouped together Babel's triumph stampedes The thoughtless herd Nothing changes.
Nothing changes And nothing stays the same And life is still A simple game.