The dark cloak of winter's war
  Left a future still unsure
  Sitting in a class
  Of the future's past
  We saw a list of dates
  And we knew we would last
  To see them all.
    1984 was a year to fear
  Hope was dead, a police state here
  Halley's comet was to fly by
  And we would see a shining in the nighht sky
  Now 2001 is soon to come
  And just as soon will have come and gone
  Nothing changes.
    Standing at the crossroads
  Of what is, will be, and was
  The obvious eludes us
  Not because the zeroes line up
  We should change our way of thought
  More if we do not, the way ahead
  Is dangerously fraught
  And if we did the things we all know to be right
  Left would be the childish fears
  Of danger in the night.
    We, each of us are fine
  For we have all heard the word
  But grouped together
  Babel's triumph stampedes
  The thoughtless herd
  Nothing changes.
    Nothing changes
  And nothing stays the same
  And life is still
  A simple game.