photo by Rose Marie Reinwald 1939 World's Fair NYC
But how beautiful it was - tomorrow
We'll never have a day of sorrow
We got through the 30's, but our belts were tight
We conceived of a future with no hope in sight
We've got decades ahead of us to get it right
I swear - fifty years after the fair
Fifty years after the fair
I live in tomorrow town
Even on a wing and a prayer
The future never came around
It hurts to even think of those days
The damage we do
By the hopes that we raise
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