Remember what we used to know?
Remember half an hour ago?
Stay with me on this
It will make sense
Until it fades from relevance

The future is so yesterday
Cutting edge is so passé
Never mind embellishing the resume
Toss the syllabus
This is the only quiz:
Is there something after this?

There is, of course there is
Of course that's one analysis
Where history becomes showbiz
As we forget and reminisce
Together at the end of wits
With misdirected reverence

And in the meantime
Things keep changing but not what needs to change
Things keep changing but not what needs to change
Things keep changing but not what needs to change
Stay with me on this
We're on the path
Straight to the latest aftermath