I see everything   through the filter of a lens   the future, it depends   on whether it's cloudy or it's clear      Sometimes vision, it is blurred   But through actions and through words   the future, undisturbed   I press on with no fear      Oh I hope those days of trouble   have gone and left me far behind   For the future is in the footsteps   of the young, impressionable minds   Make way, for I'm running out of time      They rally and they ride   through the towns that pass them by   the future, it seems to hide   amongst the many, it won't show      You can hear it in their talks,   See the stumble in their walks,   the future, all just thoughts   They don't grasp, they don't know      Oh I hope those days of trouble   have gone and left me far behind   For the future is in the footsteps   of the young, impressionable minds   Make way, for I'm running out of time      I see everything   through the filter of a lens   the future, it depends   on whether it's cloudy or it's clear