Happy Rhodes Wrong Century
Last thing I remember I was standing on a hill Shaking out my long black hair I heard the song of an angel Rising from the trees I made my way to the source And it was gone Now here I am I don't recognize this village Where things are made of Glass and metal A man is walking toward me And he's looking pretty strange He says, "Girl, I think you've Come to the wrong century" Now let me get this straight, Man Not only am I woman But I'm stuck in this spooky world? Where everybody moves too fast and Where are all the trees? I don't think I can live In this wrong century Get me out of here Show me to my homeland Get me out of here I miss my hill I will not live in fear Of self-destruct I am a peaceful man I don't think I can understand This Is this where it stands now? Must I remain In this grey and dismal year? It's plain to see I'm a foreigner It's clear I do not blend Still I make a home In this wrong century Get me out of here Show me to my homeland Get me out of here I miss my hill I will not live in fear Of self-destruct I am a peaceful man Gentle man Get me out of here Show me to my homeland Get me out of here I miss my hill I will not live in fear Of self-destruct I am a peaceful man Gentle man I don't think I can understand This -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
