The Future

They tell me New York City's cold this time of year

With the way the Atlantic flows

almost as cold as it gets here

But that current's on the move

to pursue a new career

Led on by the scars in the atmosphere

So back here in a tiny town we'll need more electricity

'Till the mains fill our brains with Kilgorean chemistry

But even such distractions lose their potency

When the ocean silently agrees

It was had to keep her warm last night

in some draughty Brooklyn bar

I guess I'll pledge my loyalty to the heat of the passing cars

And I'll retain the warmth

the winter can not recall

Dispense it a clumsy "please"

written on some digital wall

Hopeful my 24 weeks among healthy animals

Will still keep me in the thrall

Of course, there's no resolve, the confusion's too severe

But you used to kiss the lobe before whispering in my ear

I think that that’s the trouble with seeing things my dear

Nothing is ever clear

And your views were surely accurate

But I'm done with accuracy

Because once I could see the future

But the future couldn't see me

And now I'm stuck between our teeth

With the lies we couldn't tame

But at least we keep our chins up

as we spit back at the rain