A Memory of My Future

On my journey to a great unknown

and I wanna know, will it ever be my own?

So far away, this land of pride

will I ever be on its side?

A memory, a memory, a memory of my future

A memory, a memory, a memory of my future

Looking back at tomorrow

will we see what we’ve done?

In the memory of our future

In a crescendo of aggression

on burned bridges of succession

in the memory of our future

Memory

Memory

of the future

Memory

Memory

of the future

For a gracious loser, there’s no room to maneuver

not for a straight shooter, nor a midnight mover

am I sensing the essence, of expression?

Escape consumes me, as obsession

For the sounds of Woodstock there’s few tomorrows

we took our beautiful madness, and turned to toxic sadness

like weight on the water, our defeat in victory

our pride is the ruin and our ticket to ride

far and wide

Memory

Memory

of the future

Memory

Memory

of the future

Memory

Memory

of the future

Memory

Memory

of the future

On my journey to a great unknown

I wanna know, will it ever be my own?

So far away, this land of pride

will I ever be on its side?

A memory, a memory, a memory of my future

A memory, a memory, a memory of my future

Looking back at tomorrow

will we see what we’ve done?

In a memory of our future

In a crescendo of aggression

on burned bridges of succession

in a memory of a future