Give it fifty years
Fifty years is a long time
I'll see you again
Maybe in fifty years
In the year 2075

But how much could change over that fifty years?
Would I be living, or comfortably numb?
I'll see where you're at after fifty years
See what kind of people we've become

I may be a monkey then
And you might be a man
I could live as a fairy then
And you're still Peter Pan
Orbiting earth, it's heavenly wasteland
Where we held each other's hand
I may bе a monkey then
And you might be a man

See you in, see you in
See you in fifty yеars