Futuristic Land,

No more dust and no more sand.

Long has been the wait,

But now all has been set straight.

 

Look, listen to yourselves,

Don’t you miss the ringing bells.

(Just now look)

At what we have become!

 

Docking all the trains,

In the sky we must sustain.

Harbor up above,

Over clouds that you speak of!

 

Look, listen to yourselves,

Don’t you miss the ringing bells.

(You now wish)

That this could be undone!

 

Sky, open your mind,

Look up outside,

Only a decade too soon we will try,

Up in the sky,

Zero four nine!

 

Civilize,

all the clear blue skies!