Alimee Mann

Fifty years after the fair



Fifty years after the fair the picture I have is so clear underneath the clouds in the air rose the Tyrlon and the Perisphere and that for me was the finest of scenes that perfect world across the river in Queens Fifty years after the fair I drink from a different cup but it does no good to compare 'cause nothing ever measures up I guess just for a second we thought that all good things would rise to the top But how beautiful it was - 'tomorrow' we'll never have a day of sorrow we got through the '30's, 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 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 '30's, 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