Decades

Minutes turn to hours, counting seconds tick away

Another day tomorrow, tomorrow's just another day

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 twenties roaring

And in the thirties we fought some more

And the fighting went on and on (and on);

Nobody could stop it (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 forties, 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 fifties were the best I guess, except for the fighting

And the sixties 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 seventies lasted 'til May

And on the hill, that day, I gave up and started writing Decades

And the eighties were a waste of time, and here we are, in the nineties!

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