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Thirty More Years Lyrics - Artist : Forbert, Steve
A little girl is standing at your door on Halloween
The face of expectation And of trust in everything A little boy has thrown some heavy stones into a pond Dusting off his hands He's feeling proud of what he's done The geocentric days are gone and Earth is still a sphere Objects in the mirror may be just as they appear We spin around the sun and call each trip we make a year Thirty more years of this and, people, I am out of here Out of here (here) (Here) The trees turn into buildings And the weeks turn into months It's one thing or another Or it's everything at once There's two sides to each story, yes And sometimes many more And four bananas make a bunch And two times ten's a score The geocentric days are gone and Earth is still a sphere Objects in the mirror may be just as they appear We spin around the sun and call each trip we make a year Thirty more years of this and, people, I am out of here Out of here (here) (Here) If we weren't in so much trouble I would say that things were fine And smile as I went walking And just wave on down the line If there weren't so many problems I would say that it's okay And smile as I went walking And just wave on down the way Mothers hate war more in general than Joint Chiefs of Staff Battleground statistics don't add up in schoolhouse math The male of this here species lives for eighty years or so Starts to see the mess he's made And then it's time to go The geocentric days are gone and Earth is still a sphere Objects in the mirror may be just as they appear We spin around the sun and call each trip we make a year Thirty more years of this and, people, I am out of here Out of here (here) (Here) It's often said that life is strange, but, hey, compared to what? I asked this question years ago, it's still worth asking, but It all seems stranger now, I think, but that could be just me And I've no all-time gauge of strange for objectivity The geocentric days are gone and Earth is still a sphere Objects in the mirror may be just as they appear We spin around the sun and call each trip we make a year Thirty more years of this and, people, I am out of here Out of here (here) Out of here (here) Out of here (here) Out of here (here) |
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