years turn into decades. decades. start another decade
times ten. ten decades
one hundred years. ten decades. and the first ten started going so much faster
than the whole one hundred years before. and the second ten we started fighting. we fought the war to end all wars. so somebody named the twenties roaring
and in the thirties we fought some more. and the fighting went on and on ;
nobody could stop it
so somebody built a bomb ;
all you had to do was drop it
right or wrong. they dropped it; they dropped it. and toward the end of the forties
after the storm
i was born. i am calling
across a field
from far away
far away. this is my calling song; i am worried
i am concerned. there are reasons
can't be explained. and there are questions
that have no answers. that's the reason i want to know: how long
how long
can this go on?
i want to know how long
how long
when so many things happen
nothing gets done. so many wars
no one ever won one
and no one ever will
no one ever will. i am calling
this is my calling song. and the fifties were the best i guess
except for the fighting
and the sixties were unrest
oh yes
we went to the moon. we had hopes
we had dreams
and sometimes late at night it still seems like
camelot. and the seventies lasted 'til may. and on the hill
that day
i gave up and started writing decades. and the eighties were a waste of time
and here we are
in the nineties!
nine in a row
one more to go
oh! over and over
again and again. one hundred years; ten years times ten. so many things happened