Aimee Mann, Fifty Years After the Fair:
Fifty years after the fair
I live in tomorrow town
Even on a wing and a prayer
The future never came around
It hurts to even think of those days
The damage we do
By the hopes that we raise
But how beautiful it was, Tomorrow
We’ll never have a day of sorrow
We got through the 30s, but our belts were tight
We conceived of a future with no hope in sight
We’ve got decades ahead of us to get it right
I swear -
Fifty years after the fair
