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