2080 Lyrics - All Hour Cymbals - Yeasayer

I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in 

I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into 

Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning 

With no Berlin wall, what the hell you gonna do? 

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here 

It's a fresh spring, so let's sing 

In 2080 I'll surely be dead 

So don't look ahead, ever look ahead 

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here 

It's a fresh spring, so let's sing 

And the moon shines bright on the water tonight 

So we won't drown in the summer sound 

If you find me, I'll be sitting by the water fountain 

Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning 

But it's all right, yeah, it's all right, 

Yeah, it's all right, yeah, it's all right 

It's all right 

'Cause in no time, they'll be gone, I guess I'll still be standing here 

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here 

It's a fresh spring, so let's sing 

In 2080 I'll surely be dead 

So don't look ahead, ever look ahead 

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here 

It's a fresh spring, so let's sing 

And the moon shines bright on the water tonight 

So we won't drown in the summer sound 

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah 

You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters 

And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us 

We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests 

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah 

You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters 

And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us 

We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests 

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here 

It's a fresh spring, so let's sing 

In 2080 I'll surely be dead 

So don't look ahead, ever look ahead 

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here 

It's a fresh spring, so let's sing 

And the moon shines bright on the water tonight 

So we won't drown in the summer sound 

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah 

You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters 

And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us 

We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests 

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah 

You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters 

And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us 

We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests 

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers, yeah 

You can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters