2080 - Yeasayer

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

Outsiders 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

Ever look ahead

It's a new year I'm glad to be here

It's a fresh 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

Ever look ahead

It's a new year I'm glad to be here

It's a fresh 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

Ever look ahead

It's a new year I'm glad to be here

It's a fresh 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