Fifty years after the fair   The picture I have is so clear   Underneath the clouds in the air   Rose the Trylon and the Perisphere   And that for me was the finest of scenes   The perfect world across the river in Queens      Fifty years after the fair   I drank from a different cup   But it does no good to compare   Cause nothing ever measures up   I guess just for a second we thought   That all good things would rise to the top      And how beautiful it was, tomorrow   We'll never have a day of sorrow   We got through the '30's but our belts were tight   We conceived of a future with no hope in sight   We've got decades ahead of us to get it right, I swear   Fifty years after the fair      Fifty years after the fair   I live in tomorrow town   Even on a wing and a prayer   The future never came around   It hurts to even think of those days   The damage we do by the hopes that we raise      But how beautiful it was, tomorrow   We'll never have a day of sorrow   We got through the '30's but our belts were tight   We conceived of a future with no hope in sight   We've got decades ahead of us to get it right, I swear   Fifty years after the fair