Paul Bergmann 100 Years
I won't be around
One hundred years from now
My throat will close somehow
And I will be a cloud
Floating in the skies
I'll never touch the ground
One hundred years from now
I will not be around
Drifting high above
Somebody down below
One hundred years before
I laid there on the shore
Oh I won't be around
One hundred years from now
Yes I will be a cloud
A quiet in the loud
Oh I won't be around
One hundred years from now
My throat will close somehow
And I will be a cloud
Floating in the skies
I'll never touch the ground
One hundred years from now
I will not be around
Drifting high above
Somebody down below
One hundred years before
I laid there on the shore
Oh I won't be around
Yes I will be a cloud
One hundred years from now
A quiet in the loud
