Minutes turn to hours, counting seconds tick away
Another day tomorrow, tomorrow's just another day
Days turn into years, and time goes by, over and over
Again and again, and then, years turn into decades
Decades. Start another decade, times ten
Ten decades, one hundred years
Ten decades. And the first ten started going so much faster
Than the whole one hundred years before
And the second ten we started fighting
We fought the war to end all wars
So somebody named the twenties roaring
And in the thirties we fought some more
And the fighting went on and on (and on);
Nobody could stop it (stop it, stop it)
So somebody built a bomb (bomb);
All you had to do was drop it (drop it), right or wrong
They dropped it; they dropped it
And toward the end of the forties, after the storm, I was born
I am calling, across a field, from far away, far away
This is my calling song; I am worried, I am concerned

There are reasons, can't be explained
And there are questions, that have no answers
That's the reason I want to know: how long, how long, can this go on?
I want to know how long, how long
When so many things happen, nothing gets done
So many wars, no one ever won one, and no one ever will
No one ever will
I am calling, this is my calling song
And the fifties were the best I guess, except for the fighting
And the sixties were unrest, oh yes, we went to the moon
We had hopes, we had dreams
And sometimes late at night it still seems like, Camelot
And the seventies lasted 'til May
And on the hill, that day, I gave up and started writing Decades
And the eighties were a waste of time, and here we are, in the nineties!
Nine in a row, one more to go, oh! Over and over, again and again
One hundred years; ten years times ten
So many things happened, nothing got done
So many wars, no one ever won one
Decades, decades