Should I go back to the 1950s? If there is "Time Travel", I might consider visiting the 1950s! Should I change my life's history? Well, I should consider it.
Uh oh! Quantum Leap! Six years old again! At the White Mountains! Am I at the little road side hamburger place again? Yes I am! There he is! That eighty-six-year-old man that I remember! I'm swinging on the swing. He's coming over to me! He is asking again, "How old are you.?" "I, I, I am six." He said, "I'm eighty-six.
It is the week before my first communion. I am begging the nun who taught my class to let me sit in the front pew. She said yes! Today, is the day of my first communion! I am sitting in the front pew.
"Oh no...Quantum Leap again! I am sixty. Yes, it is the year 2009. Oh, I will never forget that man. How old would he be now? He must be 140 years old!
Uh oh! Quantum Leap, again! What is happening... Are we Destroying...
For the Younger Generation
The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’
But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
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