(1)
        A                            Bm                     A  Bm
I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in,
        A                            Bm                     A  Bm 
I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into,
   A                           Bm         A
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning,
        Bm                   A                  Bm  A
With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do.

(2)
       Bm
It's a New Year,
    D 
I'm glad to be here
       A
It's a fresh spring,
   Bm
So let's sing.


   Bm
In 2080
     D 
I'll surely be dead
         A
So don't look ahead,
      Bm
Never look ahead


       Bm
It's a New Year,
        D 
I'm glad to be here
           A
It's a fresh spring,
     Bm
So let's sing.


        Bm
And the moon shines bright
       D
On the water tonight
      A 
So we won't drown
       Bm            Bm
In the summer sound.


                       A                        
If you find me I'll be sitting by the water fountain,
Bm                      A                             Bm
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown it's Monday morning
           A             Bm          A       
But it's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
       Bm       A  Bm
it's alright...


            Bm                    A                     Bm
Cause in no time, They'll be gone I guess I'll still be standing here.


       Bm
It's a New Year,
    D 
I'm glad to be here
       A
It's a fresh spring,
   Bm
So let's sing.


   Bm
In 2080
     D 
I'll surely be dead
         A
So don't look ahead,
      Bm
Never look ahead


       Bm
It's a New Year,
        D 
I'm glad to be here
       A
It's a fresh spring,
   Bm
So let's sing.


        Bm
And the moon shines bright
       D
On the water tonight
      A 
So we won't drown
       Bm            Bm
In the summer sound.

(3)
                     A                                           Em
Yeah Yeah we can all grab at the chance and be handsome farmers,
                             D                           A                   Em
Yeah you can have twenty one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters,
                                 Bm                     Fm             Em
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us.
                            Bm                     Fm               Bm
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests. 


                     A                                           Em
Yeah Yeah we can all grab at the chance and be handsome farmers,
                             D                           A                   Em
Yeah you can have twenty one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters,
                                 Bm                     Fm             Em
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us.
                            Bm                     A                Bm
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests. 


1/2 (2) (acordes)

(2) (c/ letra)

(3) (c/ letra)

(3) (crian?as e fim )