Lyrics:

Here i am expecting the golden days
Walking around crowded towns
Looking at the same old faces
Carrying?around?the same old?frowns
There you are between a war?and another
Hearing the same old talk
Expecting the golden days
Reading the headlines from the sidewalk
There you are sitting and waiting
With a TV stuck on your head
The misty path of tomorrow
Can you tell will it be so bad
Here we are watching the golden screen
Silent souls in the games of power
This place is now for sale
And it's getting bitter every hour
There you are sitting and waiting
With a TV stuck on your head
The misty path of tomorrow
Can you tell will it be so bad
There you are sitting and waiting
With a TV stuck on your head
The misty path of tomorrow
Can you tell will it be so bad
There you are sitting and waiting
With a TV stuck on your head
The misty path of tomorrow
Can you tell will it be so bad
(Will it be so bad)
There you are sitting and waiting
With a TV stuck on your head
The misty path
Of tomorrow
Can you tell will it be so