Another night in the cathode ray glow
Telling myself I should let go
Hang the flatscreen high up on the wall
'Cause I don't want to be stuck in a rut
The future's full of good things, but
It wouldn't be too far a way to fall
And I'm sorry 'bout the time I held a magnet to your screen
And for when I left you on all night, blasting Technicolor dreams
There's no use going back in time
They just recycled last year's line
Can't let it lose its grip on youth
But something back there calls my name
The current model's not the same
Let's hope the next one's future-proof
Another night in the cathode ray glow
Telling myself I should let go
Hang the flatscreen high up on the wall
The colors bled so beautifully
A vacuum canvas just for me
In fifteen years, we won't know you at all
And I don't remember when I had to get a new remote
Or why Channel 5 stopped working and the contrast slowly broke
There's no use tryin' to get that back
I might as well just stay on track
Move on to something more high-def
Another night in the cathode ray glow
Telling myself I should let go
Hang the flatscreen high up on the wall