Grand Finale

And you can chart the rise and fall
Of civilisations
Lost in the sand, buried underhand
The future, it's easy, the future is breezy and bright
Just out of sight, the way that it is

Here's to the—

Line after line, the years fly by
Through fate and fortune
Iconoclasts look into the glass
The future, it's easy, the future is breezy and bright
Just out of sight, the state that we're in

Way that it is, state that it is
The weight that it is and of the
Places we've been, the aces we've seen
And the places you speak

And time to roll out the fun, see what you've won
It goes on and on
And to the way that it is, state that it is
How great that it is

State that we're in
Where to begin?