The Future

"The Future" is a song featured in Frank Sinatra's 1980 album, Trilogy: Past Present Future.

Lyrics
[Gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told,] [I'm gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told.] [I'm gonna say please, missus gypsy, tell me what the future will hold.] (Hurry your deck of cards and your crystal ball) (For there you will see that you will pray for light) (The future will almost certainly be whatever you want it to be,) (But with rockets and picks, from music and jetsam) (There's no butt that you can push, and push,) (Let your imagination burst into flame) (And it will let you do whatever you damn well to do, do,do).
 * Lines denote the next track of the three part song, "The Future".

Given a choice I would choose to have a magic wand that I could use, To draw a melody, from that enchanted blade of grass And cheese and wood and wind and sea. I would stand there, dig a grave, and quietly say, Ladies and Gentlemen, play for me, play for me. (If the future proves sweet, would it tell us to leap before we move,) (Would it care for us to live with danger or face the final foe,) (If tomorrow brings us love, you can bet,) (We will need all the help we can get.) (And to tell me how this moves everyone of us to you.) (How you're glad its winter, how you're glad to say it's true.)

When I see a young couple walking slowly through the trees, I don't have to follow them to know how far they'll go, I've been there. If the boy is sulking and the girl is close to tears, I know it doesn't matter, who is right or who started the fight, I've been there. I've been there when the music played old songs, Young songs, good songs, bad songs, sweet songs, sad songs. I've been there when a pretty smile made it difficult to breathe, But so easy to fly and a pleasure to cry, So to all of you in the throes of early love, Where delightful confusion reigns supreme, Let me try to help you rearrange your dream, Let yourself live, let yourself love, let yourself go. I've been there, and I know.

Your imagination has an awful lot to give If our right to live were yours hauntingly

If a man has a story that he badly needs to tell, A man's imagination makes a lovely wishing well, (make a wish, make a wish) I wish I could write a song everyone alive could understand, (A song that a Frenchman could sing to a Spaniard) (A song that a German could sing to a Russian) (A song that if ever you'd sing, you are king) (Wouldn't it be wonderful, won't it be grand) To write a song that the whole wide world could understand. (lala, lalala, lala, lala, lalala, lala) (lalalala, lalalala, lala, lalala, lalala) lalala, lalalala, lala, lalala, lalalala, lala) lalala, lalalala, lala, lalala. lalala)

Gonna find me a gypsy and get my fortune told, I'm gonna say, please missus gypsy, tell me what the future will hold Tell us what the future will hold.