Aimee Mann - Fifty years after the fair

Fifty years aft^Der the fair t^Ahe picture^Em I h^Em/F#ave is so clear ^G Underneath the clouds in the air rose the tyrlon and the perisphere And th^Emat for me ^Awas the finest ^Gof scenes ^{D Em}That perfect wor^Ald across the river in^G queens ^{D A G} Fifty years afte^Dr the fair I ^Adrink from^Em a d^Em/F#ifferent cup ^G But it does no good to compare 'cause nothing ever measures up I g^Emuess j^Aust for a secon^Gd we thought^{D Em}That all good th^Aings would rise to the^G top ^{D A G} chorus: ^BmBut how be^Gautiful it was - 'tomor^Drow' ^BmWe'll neve^Gr have a day ^Dof sorrow^A We go^Emt through the '30's,^Em/F# but our belts ^Gwere tight ^A We conceived of a future with no hope in sight We've got decad^Emes ahead of ^Em/F#us to get it ri^Cght I ^Emswear - fi^Bbfty ye^Cars after the fair ^{D G}

Fifty years aft^Der the fair I^A live in t^Emomor^Em/F#row town ^G Even on a wing and a prayer The future never came around It hur^Emts to even^A think of those^G days ^{D Em}The damage we do^A by the hopes that we ^Graise ^{D A G}