You were born on a street as the city sleeps

Where the skyline looks like crooked teeth

Father works for a firm

Seldom returns

Always complains there’s something else he needs

How far we’ve come

Are we… flying too close to the sun

Welcome to the new millennium

Now get out there and try to be someone

You were raised in a place

Where everyone’s the same

And the year’s are all made up of groundhog days

Never seem to mind

Just wastin’ time

You always knew you’d get out of here someday

How far we’ve come

Are we… flying too close to the sun

Welcome to the new millennium

Now get out there and try to be someone

Welcome to the new telephone

Get some likes, make some friends

Pay off your loans

You were raised in a place

Where everyone’s the same

And the year’s are all made up of groundhog days

How far we’ve come

Are we… flying too close to the sun

Welcome to the new millennium

Now get out there and try to be someone

Welcome to the new telephone

Get some likes, make some friends

Pay off your loans