Lyrics

Here i am expecting the golden days Walking around crowded towns Looking at the same old faces Carrying around the same old frowns There you are between a war and another Hearing the same old talk Expecting the golden days Reading the headlines from the sidewalk There you are sitting and waiting With a TV stuck on your head The misty path of tomorrow Can you tell will it be so bad Here we are watching the golden screen Silent souls in the games of power This place is now for sale And it's getting bitter every hour There you are sitting and waiting With a TV stuck on your head The misty path of tomorrow Can you tell will it be so bad There you are sitting and waiting With a TV stuck on your head The misty path of tomorrow Can you tell will it be so bad There you are sitting and waiting With a TV stuck on your head The misty path of tomorrow Can you tell will it be so bad (Will it be so bad) There you are sitting and waiting With a TV stuck on your head The misty path Of tomorrow Can you tell will it be so