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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.

Repeat chorus

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