Listen to my story, got two tales to tell
One of fallen glory, one of vanity
The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In 1959
Wisdom was a teapot pouring from above
Desolation angels served it up with love
Ignitin' like every form of light
Then moved by bold design
Slide in that thing and it grew wings
In 1959
It was blue shining in the sun
First, freedom
Speeding the American claim
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
China was the tempest, madness overflowed
Lama was a young man
And watched his world in flames
Taking Glory down by the edge of clouds
It was a cryin' shame
Another lost horizon, Tibet the fallen star
Wisdom and compassion crushed, in the land of Shangri-La
But in the land of the Impala, honey
Well, we were lookin' fine
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In 1959
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In 1959
It was the best of times, it's the worst of times
In 1959 (1959), 1959 (1959), 1959 (1959), 1959
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
1959
