The seasons continue to pass
Spring became summer
Fall dimmed into the winter's cold light
Society continued to erode
As the people began to collapse under the weight of economic despair
10 years had elapsed
Since there had even been a blip of information
On the whereabouts of the mythical duo
Occasionally a story would be heard
A rumor from an unreliable source in a bar, or some place like that
Inevitably, it would be discounted as drunken hearsay
Much like Area 51 or the Loch Ness Monster
Until they were eventually proven to be true, of course
One by one the banks began to collapse again
Politicians were running out of flocks to fleece
The middle class had faded into irrelevance
Anarchy had started to peek its head out
Then, when all seemed to be lost
A small glimmer of light appeared in the distance
Could it be... back from the great beyond...