Can you see the day,

When everyone can say they've got one?

A cloud is moving in, blotting out your landmine vision

So many are afraid, concealing all their secret weapons

You can see it in their eyes,

Like the brake lights on a highway glisten

Three billion is a lot, it's impossible to separate them

A career is made and lost, in sorting out the devastation

What you get you've got, the rest can be imagination

And what you lose you've lost,

Here comes the instant separation

Careful where you step

There may be a mine under there