Cause the old future’s gone
The old future’s gone
You can’t get to there from here
The old future’s gone
The old future’s dead and gone
Never to return
There’s a new way through the hills ahead
This one we’ll have to earn
This one we’ll have to earn
Hunters in October
Raise their guns in sport
Is war another animal or
A beast of last resort
The beast of last resort
The old future’s gone
The old future’s gone
All passengers must disembark
The old future’s gone
Fear took down the winged life
The winged life we’ve led
So kiss the joy as it goes by
Poet William said
Blake the poet said…