From the recording A Precarious Midlife Crisis
Produced, arranged, composed, engineered, and performed by Tory C. World.
Lyrics
My future is in the air
There’s rumors of wars down here
People are going die, a few will escape
But you are no rich soul
Do they know something we don’t
They’re reaching for the stars, going for that gold
This is our finest hour
They’re leaving this world we know
This is our finest hour
They’re reaching for a new hope
In the sky on a rocket with riches and wealth from our home
You feel it everywhere
The tension is so thick far and near
People are going to starve, a few will eat cake
So, what is your value?
Do they know something we don’t
They’re reaching the skies, while the broke have no hope
This is our finest hour
They’re leaving this world we know
This is our finest hour
They’re reaching for a new hope
In the sky on a rocket with riches and wealth from our home
Nothing to fear here on top of the world
This is our finest hour
They’re leaving this world we know
This is our finest hour
They’re reaching for a new hope
This is our finest hour
Finest hour, finest hour
In the sky on a rocket with riches and wealth from our home
