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Aimee Mann |
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Whatever |
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Fifty Years After The Fair |
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Fifty years after the fair |
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The picture i have is so clear |
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Underneath the clouds in the air |
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Rose the tyrlon and the perisphere |
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And that for me was the finest of scenes |
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That perfect world across the river in queens |
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Fifty years after the fair |
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I drink from a different cup |
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But it does no good to compare |
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'cause nothing ever measures up |
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I guess just for a second we thought |
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That all good things would rise to the top |
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But how beautiful it was - 'tomorrow' |
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We'll never have a day of sorrow |
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We got through the '30's, but our belts were tight |
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We conceived of a future with no hope in sight |
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We've got decades ahead of us to get it right |
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I swear - fifty years after the fair |
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Fifty years after the fair |
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I live in tomorrow town |
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Even on a wing and a prayer |
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The future never came around |
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It hurts to even think of those days |
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The damage we do |
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By the hopes that we raise |
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But how beautiful it was - 'tomorrow' |
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We'll never have a day of sorrow |
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We got through the '30's, but our belts were tight |
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We conceived of a future with no hope in sight |
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We've got decades ahead of us to get it right |
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I swear - fifty years after the fair |
