Decades

Minutes turn to hours, counting seconds tick away
Another day tomorrow, tomorrow's just another day
And days turn into years, and time goes by over and over
Again and again, and then, years turn into decades, decades
Start another decade, times ten

Ten decades, one hundred years
Ten decades, and the first ten started going so much faster
Than the whole one hundred years before
And the second ten, we started fighting
We fought the war to end all wars
So somebody named the '20s roaring
And in the '30s we fought some more
And the fighting went on and on (and on)
Nobody could stop it (stop it)

So somebody built a bomb (bomb)
All you had to do was drop it (drop it), right or wrong
They dropped it, they dropped it
And toward the end of the '40s, after the storm, I was born

I am calling, across a field, from far away, far away
This is my calling song, I am worried, I am concerned
There are reasons, can't be explained
And there are questions, that have no answers
That's the reason I want to know (how long, how long) can this go on?
I want to know how long, how long
When so many things happen, nothing gets done
So many wars, no one ever won one, and no one ever will
No one ever will
I am calling, this is my calling song

And the '50s were the best, I guess, except for the fighting
And the '60s were unrest, oh yes, we went to the moon
We had hopes, we had dreams
And sometimes late at night it still seems like, Camelot
And the '70s lasted 'til May
And on the hill, that day, I gave up and started writing Decades
And the '80s were a waste of time, and here we are, in the '90s!

Nine in a row, one more to go, oh!
Over and over, again and again
One hundred years, ten years times ten
So many things happened, nothing got done
So many wars, no one ever won one

Decades, decades
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