We were the jukebox generation
then we moved on to video tape
To the age of the compact disc
now all digital is the landscape
Of the future I very sincerely dread
Perhaps supplemented by bionic implants
music that spurns directly in your head
the dawn of the musical savants
In the future will we with nostalgia look?
at the age that has gone by
Will we with any acquaintances spend
over lost memories even cry?