At the end of the fourth age of man

Sometime after the shit touched down

There was nothing left but you,

Me, and that Billy Joel musical

Everyone just can't stop talking about;

The world spoke Japanese

And as usual, we weren't fluent;

Rat tails came back into style

On men and children and rats;

And everyone thought Hollywood

Made objective documentaries;

And you kept saying to me,

"Something good will come of this."

And you kept saying to me,

"I promise you'll come around."

And I kept thinking,

"One step farther.

"One step more and I'm home."