Stop right there you little thief
I felt your touch
I watched you growing bold enough to take the world
To climb the Trylon
Son I know that times are tough
We’re tired enough
And worse is on it’s way
But in 1939 you can see the future shining
From the Perisphere to a new world
If you take my hand I’ll point you there.
When you wake I’ll be gone
I’ll meet you again further on
Plant your feet on wheels of steel
And soon the winds of change begin
To blow you through the fair
From General Motors down the mall
And in the Court of Peace we’ll be released
In four months ...
