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.