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 aresitting 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 figures 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