In the old days and the newer days The present days and the future days Tomorrow will never be late If your dreams can come true On the true days and the lyin’ days where the crowd stays and the purple haze Is floating down from the sky That’s where it shows On the TV in the newscast They’re never gonna talk about On the front page of the internet Your never gonna see about the big thing in the room that’s happening right now In the long day before To the night of the morning after it Will live on as a memory of fate It’s so big that you can’t see So large that it’s you and me It’s nothing…if not the dream we have Is not coming true People swear it’s a conspiracy A dirty trick to get you and me Into believing something’s that real [unused lyrics from World Record, Making Of video] On the screen you’ll never see it In the news you’ll never know And the prisons they’ll never hold it In the heavens, when will it show? In the truth, that‘s where it shows.