Chris Stills 100 Year Thing
Break down a hundred year thing. Who says we are
whispering. Blue boys against the gray. Same cause for
the same old pain.
Sheriff don't you attack. Bad boy don't you look back.
Get lost in your own ways. In time, you will find your
wings.
Who are you now? Who were you back then?
Maybe the line is worn thin. What if we don't want to
draw it again. Never say you can't or won't. Cross the
border line of hundred year thing.
Silence make your secret call. Call those who wish to
fall. Under your wicked spell. If the truth dies then
wisdom will kill us all.
Trust in who you are. To see no borders again.
