Grand Finale

And you can chart the rise and fall

Of civilisations

Lost in the sand, buried underhand

The future, it's easy, the future is breezy and bright

Just out of sight, the way that it is

Here's to the—

Line after line, the years fly by

Through fate and fortune

Iconoclasts look into the glass

The future, it's easy, the future is breezy and bright

Just out of sight, the state that we're in

Way that it is, state that it is

The weight that it is and of the

Places we've been, the aces we've seen

And the places you speak

And time to roll out the fun, see what you've won

It goes on and on

And to the way that it is, state that it is

How great that it is

State that we're in

Where to begin?