Anyone could see, the road that they walk on is paved in gold It's always summer, they'll never get cold They'll never get hungry They'll never get old and gray You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere They won't make it home But they really don't care They wanted the highway They're happy there today, today
I'd meant to go deeper into some kinda pseudo-philosophical discourse about the immortality of avatars, but I think I'd probably screw it up, so...
