Written by Gram Parsons

One hundred years from this day will the people still feel this way
Still say the things that they're saying right now
Everyone said I'd hurt you, they said that I'd desert you
If I go away, you know I'm gonna get back some how
Nobody knows what kind of trouble we're in
Nobody seems to think it'll all might happen again

One hundred years from this time would anybody change their minds
And find out one thing or two about life
But people are always talking
You know they're always talking
Everybody's so wrong that I know it's gonna work out right
Nobody knows what kind of trouble we're in
Nobody seems to think it all might happen again

Losowe piosenki:
Fortidssjeledrepte
On Every Street
Lose
So Lang Du Weinst Um Mich
To Be Alive
Average Man
Mief !
Sleepin On My Couch
Born a Lion