Got so weary of bein nothin,
Felt so dreary just doin nothin
Didnt care ever gettin nothin, felt so low
Now my eyes on the far horizon can see a glow
Announcin things aint what they used to be.
No use bein a doubtin Thomas,
No ignorin that rosy promise;
Now I know theres a happy story yet to come.
Its the dawn of a day of glory: millennium
I tell you things aint what they used to be.