Days of 49

Way back when in '49 They spoke of reduction For the hundredth time They were setting up a Future structure How long must we walk The faulty line? The casting of a long shadow How long's a word That does not rhyme? It's all so hazy through So hazy through that long window Now we're coming to a big decision How much importance do we have this time? You can catch a train You can catch a station But there's nothing coming down the line Perfect days are through for us We have no power, we have no say We could go the whole world through There's nothing out there anyway Those perfect days are through for us We have no power, we have no say We could go the whole world through There's nothing out there anyway Sometimes all we have is just a vision Something to say Something to carry out But there comes a time When we must be doing It gives a man something to think about All in all there's more to say We hold a wheel that does (will) not turn We all need some kind of truth To deal with in our darker days All in all there's more to say We hold a wheel that does (will) not turn We all need some kind of truth To deal with in our darker days