The End of History

Now we know it was just a flash of light
At the time, it felt like the dawn of something new
About a decade left to live
About a decade left to lose

A nation of wealth
Obsessed with itself
Overplaying the winning hand
It was dealt

Yeah, it was a simpler time
But good men were hard to find
And only the few, the few, the proud
Only a few of his kind broke through

To understand a man
Understand what the world was like
When he was young
Rеmember those days undеr the sun
The music, the message, all the wholesome fun
Family and friends on Memorial Day
The thrumming banality of decay

Yeah, it was a happier time
But good men were hard to find
Only a few were the best and brightest
Knew wrong from right
A suburban flair from irony
As a heavy heart, oh, weighs on his sleeve
Voice of a doomed generation
At the end of history

The words still burn in our heads
And it hurt to see him hurt himself
All those fateful turns and the forks in the road
How could we not know?