1957 was the year when sputnik flied (like an angel)
the era where young presidents died
the time when musicians thought
they could change the world.
under atomic skies
could I be content with the things I lack?
could I be content with the things I have?
i'm suck a malcontent
i'll never be content
this was the century when young boys died
like lemmings.
when science reigned supreme
and gods prayed
when everything was possible
but left undone