Verse 1
Dreamer of dreams
Seer of signs
What will the future behold
Can I be sure with comfort secured
That the rest of my days will be fine
Will I grow old with my darling
Will she be taken from me
Can I be sure with knowledge so pure
That those tears will not fall from my eyes

No one said it was fair but let me be exceptional
And in the dead of night I say that prayer
The phone won't ring anymore
They made me obsolete and they couldn't give a care

Chorus
Take it from me, we are soon obsolete
Till your system upgrade is complete
You will be obsolete

Verse 2
Dirt on the hands, sweat on the brow
We no longer need you, now
The skills I have gained forever are claimed
By machines with no need for pain
Insidious passing of time
Be damned as you leave me behind your wake
Left out in the cold to die or grow tired of keeping up
Keeping up

Dreamer of Dreams, Seer of Signs
What will the future behold
Can I be sure with comfort secured
That the rest of my days will be fine
That the rest of my days will be fine