Wave goodbye to the good old days
And wonder where they went
Check your watches and grab your coats
For the century is almost spent
Stand in the hall and bid your farewell
Get ready for the cold
It's the witching hour, its pumpkin time
And the stories are bing told
And you're plotting and scheming
And dreaming the end
Where are the real people
The people that for change?
The century could pa** and we'd party
But the world cries out to dance again
It's like a wave and it's building out there
Heading for the shore
Knuckles whiten, the knots are tightened
The time and tide of the poor
Let's all meet by the sea
And watch the sun go down on 100 years
The tide is drawing in
And its time to listen to a world of tears
Like a fever, a blinding fire
A world hidden from our eyes
The century will pa**, so strong and silent
Don't let its call be denied