When I woke up, it was 1928.
Pile on the school loans. Fuck it, I'm going to Spain.
And from a park in La Latina,
I looked West as the market's fell.
It was so beautiful.
I wrote songs about love and boats,
Then I had to go home.
When I woke up, it was 1981.
Once you have a baby, it's hard to look forward to the end of the world.
And they said: "Morning in America"
"Morning in America"
And for them, they weren't wrong.
When I woke up, it was 2017.
The Hope of the last 8 years was much harder to see.
Now this is the worst of us.
And me, I've been so fucking smug.
This is the worst of us,
So far.