Sweet air of springtime, wildflower paradise, somewhere out in the West
Centuries made by the river through red rock, a valley where mountain goats rest
Come down to Futuretown, I won't be running, I'm sunning myself by the stream
For my love's a light, light like a lightbulb, bright as an LCD screen
Come down to Futuretown, I won't be running, I'm sunning myself by the stream
For my love's a light, light like a lightbulb, bright as an LCD screen