Young girl, lyin' flat in her bed Streaming images to her head Homework or memes, slime or Black Pink Eight hours gone, now her mind's blown She don't, she don't want me here Now the real world is dying As everybody moves into the cloud Can you tell me where we're going? Where will we be twenty-one years from now? Everyone stares at the screens Everyone stares at the screens Old maid in the cottage next door We don't see her much anymore She plays Solitaire on her desktop Searches for her kids, now she can't stop Did she think she'd go out this way? Now the real world is dying As everybody moves into the cloud Can you tell me where we're going? Where will we be twenty-one years from now? Everyone stares at the screens (Everyone stares) Everyone stares at the screens (Everyone stares) I miss my friends (Everyone stares) I miss my family (Everyone stares)