Here We Are In The Years
by Neil Young
Now that the holidays have come
They can relax and watch the sun
Rise above all of the beautiful things
They've done.
Go to the country take the dog
Look at the sky without the smog
See the world laugh at the farmers feeding hogs
Eat hot dogs.
What a pity
That the people from the city
Can't relate to the slower things
That the country brings.
Time itself is bought and sold.
The spreading fear of growing old
Contains a thousand foolish games
That we play.
While people planning trips to stars
Allow another boulevard to claim
A quiet country lane
It's insane.
So the subtle face is a loser
This time around.
Here we are in the years
Where the showman shifts the gears
Lives become careers
Children cry in fear
Let us out of here!
