Thiry More Years Songtext
von Steve Forbert

Steve Forbert
Strange Names and New Sensations
Thirty More Years
A little girl is standing at your door on Halloween,
The face of expectation and of trust in everything;
A little boy has thrown some heavy stones into a pond;
Dusting off his hands, he′s feeling proud of what he's done.

Chorus
The geocentric days are gone and Earth is still a sphere,
Objects in the mirror may be just as they appear,
We spin around the sun and call each trip we make a year,
Thirty more years of this and, people, I am out of here (out of here).


The trees turn into buildings and the weeks turn into months,
It’s one thing or another or it’s ev’rything at once;
There’s two sides to each story, yes, and sometimes many more
And four bananas make a bunch and two times ten’s a score.

Repeat chorus

Bridge
If we weren’t in so much trouble I would say that things were fine
And smile as I went walking and just wave on down the line;
If there weren’t so many problems I would say that it’s okay
And smile as I went walking and just wave on down the way.

Mothers hate war more in gen’ral than Joint Chiefs of Staff,
Battleground statistics don’t add up in schoolhouse math;
The male of this here species lives for eighty years or so,
Starts to see the mess he’s made and then it’s time to go.

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It’s often said that life is strange, but, hey, compared to what?
I asked this question years ago, it′s still worth asking, but
It all seems stranger now, I think, but that could be just me
And I've no all-time gauge of strange for objectivity


Repeat chorus