It's way past my time and I should be moving on
though moving on for me is slow
For others it didn't take that long
I guess they knew just when to go.
We all talked about our future
in a different time and place
But when you mix it up in a juicer
it looks the same on every face.
Why there ain't no flying cars
or a tourist ship on it's way to Mars
and there ain't no cure all pills
to wipe away the tears
or take way our ills
Yeah this old town still looks the same
as it did in the days of old steam trains.
We're just getting older with a mind that's behind the times
forgetting to remember just who you are
But you tell me that it's fine
as you leave this town in our car.
I suppose we had no future
it's a different time and place
But when you mix it up in a juicer
it looks the same on every face.
Why there ain't no flying cars
or a tourist ship on it's way to Mars
and there ain't no cure all pills
to wipe away the tears
or take way our ills
Yeah this old town still looks the same
as it did in the days of old steam trains.
It's way past my time and I should be moving on
though moving on for me is slow
For others it didn't take that long
I guess they knew just when to go.
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