Think I'm finally on my waynI'm ready to leave thisnOptimist, at least todaynCan't you feel it around younAround you, around you, aroundnnCan you hear it?nThat's the sound of drawn conclusionsn(The) new perceptive jet setnSorting these twisted plots, connecting dotsnnThink I'm moving past this stagenThis season of ignorancenFuturists anticipatenCan't you feel it around younAround you, around you, around