2080

I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into Outside's dressed up like Sunday morning With no Berlin wall, what the hell you gonna do? It's a new year, I'm glad to be here It's a fresh spring, so let's sing In 2080 I'll surely be dead So don't look ahead, never look ahead It's a new year, I'm glad to be here It's the first spring, so let's sing And the moon shines bright on the water tonight So we won't drown in the summer sound If you find me, I'll be sitting by the water fountain Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning But it's all right, yeah, it's all right Yeah, it's all right, yeah, it's all right 'Cause in no time, they'll be gone I guess I'll still be standing here It's a new year, I'm glad to be here It's a fresh spring, so let's sing In 2080 I'll surely be dead So don't look ahead, never look ahead It's a new year, I'm glad to be here It's the first spring, so let's sing And the moon shines bright on the water tonight So we won't drown in the summer sound Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests It's a new year, I'm glad to be here It's a fresh spring, so let's sing In 2080 I'll surely be dead So don't look ahead, never look ahead It's a new year, I'm glad to be here It's the first spring, so let's sing And the moon shines bright on the water tonight So we won't drown in the summer sound Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters