The Music Box (Years from Now)

Years from now she found a music box It played a sound while opening the top c tune dreamt up by someone long ago The melody was born out from their heart and soul She wants to know who paints our pictures? She wants to know who writes our songs? Music is now the sounds made by machines Long since replacing artists and their dreams That box, it seemed so strange, It played a tune Rich with changes, took her places never shown She wants to know who writes our novels? She wants to know who pens our poems? In a world where all is perfect and humanity is lost That music box set her off on a path that day Stirring her thoughts wondering how we all lost our way, and so She wants to know where are the Picasso's? She wants to know who'll inspire us? In a world where all is perfect and humanity is lost ct what cost, there are no more artists No one to sing a sweet love song In a world where all is perfect cnd humanity is gone