Modern science has extended human life. But is longevity what you really want? Be careful what you wish for... Come on face the music!
Will I still be active, passionate and full of life?
Or will I feel redundant,
Yearning for the day Ill die
Will I still be relevant, or will I be ignored?
Never thought Id wonder
What the future has in store
When Im a hundred sixty-four
Where will I be living, marble palace
Or dirt floor?
When will I get my pension,
I wouldnt want to work no more
When Im a hundred sixty-four
Will I turn grey, or sport a toupee?
Or even care anymore
At a hundred sixty-four
I hope Ill still be noticed.
Turning heads like before
Will I be cool or nerdy,
Up-to-date or dinosaur
When Im a hundred sixty-four
Will I be lazy, stuck in my chair
It all seems so crazy, guess I wont care
Anymoreat a hundred sixty-four
I might just be bored
At a hundred sixty-four
