The Submit-and-Forget Funeral

[Verse] The modem sang through half the night, We built a page by kitchen light. Our name was blinking blue and gold, The finest shop the web could hold. A message landed in the queue: “Search is finished. So are you.” We printed out the prophecy And pinned it by the coffee machine. [Chorus] Submit, forget, turn out the light, They say there’s nothing left to find. But someone’s looking for a store, And someone’s knocking at the door. You can write the final line— We’ll be opening at nine. [Verse] We put the kettle on again, And learned a little more back then. The future hadn’t read the mail; The little links were not for sale. Another engine came along, And everybody changed their song. [Final chorus] Submit, forget, turn out the light, Another funeral tonight. You can write the final line— We’ll be opening at nine.