Heaven knows where they will end up.
Forecasters to a futuristic race.

I've seen them engage in mischief.
Searching for the unwritten sign.
But direction has no bearing,
Especially when there is no time.

So complacent thoughts must carry
Every whimsical suppression of mine.

(Break - missing from song)

(Ancient parental protection
Will have to let them go so they can see.)