["Modern science has extended human life. But is longevity what you really want? Be careful what you wish for ... Come on ... face the music!"]
Will I still be active, passionate and full of life?
Or will I feel redundant,
Yearning for the day I'll die ...
Will I still be relevant, or will I be ignored?
Never thought I'd wonder
What the future has in store ...
When I'm a hundred sixty-four
Where will I be living, marble palace or dirt floor?
When will I get my pension,
I wouldn't want to work no more ...
When I'm a hundred sixty-four
Will I turn grey, or sport a toupee?
Or even care anymore ...
At a hundred sixty-four
I hope I'll still be noticed.
Turning heads like before
Will I be cool or nerdy, up-to-date or dinosaur
When I'm a hundred sixty-four
Will I be lazy, stuck in my chair
It all seems so crazy, guess I won't care anymore ...
At a hundred sixty-four
I might just be bored ...
At a hundred sixty-four
