From dust of distant stars    Threats of nuclear war   Could you be my 21st century little baby boy?   So take hold our hands   The world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man   When I stare mundanely   The moribund stare back at me   And I think to myself why would anyone choose to exist where I am?   We made love in the darkness   To a fleeting housing market   Could you be my 21st century little baby boy?   So take hold our hands   The world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man   And to put it all into context   How you are so naive yet so complex   And I just want you to be cognizant   Of all your dreams you see in the daylight   Cause many things escape my dreams in the night time   Don't have the answers but I'm tryin' to make right   And baby boy can I offer some insight?   Not necessarily a long but a full life   It's wonderful when looking at it right