2080

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 Outsides 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, never look ahead Its a new year, Im glad to be here Its the first 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 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, never look ahead Its a new year, Im glad to be here Its the first 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, never look ahead Its a new year, Im glad to be here Its the first 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