I was trying to remember the good time I've had
Terminaly hampered by my short attention span
Were we really so happy?
Were the summers so hot?
Were we so young and beautiful?
Well, in the end - so what?
Perhaps the good times are back.
I was thinking about my holiday,
the one I spent at home
With a vapour trail suntan, depression and a cold
I was hiding from the terrorists, bird flu and SARS
Headline in the paper said, "Water found on Mars!"
Perhaps the good times are back.
Maybe they never went away
Or never really were so great
Maybe they're just a distraction
From what is actually happening
Come on, get into the action
Stand up, catch up now.
I was hanging on the helpline,
the hours were crawling past
In a queue of several thousand,
somehow still the last
Was it ever better than it is now? I need to know
But all I get is this muzak and a voice that says,
"Please hold!"
There's war and the poor, political criminals
No wonder I'm so cynical
Pushed around by bad actors
Feels like we're all going backwards.
