Flying Cars

I've been waiting for the flying cars
 Their spreading wings, their hovering
 To lift me up and float me away
 Through clouds and air to anywhere
 I am through listening
 All the prophets hate me
 And all their fortunes miss the mark
 I wanted something faster to get me somewhere faster
 But now there's nowhere left to go
 I've been killing time
 I can't think why
 The moving sidewalks have not arrived
 When there's demand, where there'd be need
 But here we are with tired feet
 I am through listening
 All the prophets hate me
 And all their fortunes miss the mark
 I wanted something faster to get me somewhere faster
 But now there's nowhere left to go
 Has it been better or worse than you predicted?
 A little of both, a little of both
 I sit at home and it's not me who swoops out
 It's the world who comes and swoops in on me