I cant sleep when I think about the times were living in
I cant sleep when I think about the future I was born into
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning
With no Berlin wall, what the hell you gonna do?
Its a new year, Im glad to be here
Its a fresh spring, so lets sing
In 2080 Ill surely be dead
So dont look ahead, ever look ahead
Its a new year, Im glad to be here
Its a fresh spring, so lets sing
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
So we wont drown in the summer sound
If you find me, Ill be sitting by the water fountain
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning
But its all right, yeah, its all right, yeah, its all right, yeah, its all right
Its all right
Cause in no time, theyll be gone, I guess Ill still be standing here
Its a new year, Im glad to be here
Its a fresh spring, so lets sing
In 2080 Ill surely be dead
So dont look ahead, ever look ahead
Its a new year, Im glad to be here
Its a fresh spring, so lets sing
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
So we wont 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
Its a new year, Im glad to be here
Its a fresh spring, so lets sing
In 2080 Ill surely be dead
So dont look ahead, ever look ahead
Its a new year, Im glad to be here
Its a fresh spring, so lets sing
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
So we wont 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