| D | A | Em | Em/F# | G | |
| Fifty years aft | er the fair t | he picture | I h | ave is so clear |
| Underneath the clouds in the air rose the tyrlon and the perisphere |
| Em | A | G | D | |
| And th | at for me | was the finest | of scenes |
| Em | A | G | D | A | G | |
| That perfect wor | ld across the river in | queens |
| D | A | Em | Em/F# | G | |
| Fifty years afte | r the fair I | drink from | a d | ifferent cup |
| But it does no good to compare 'cause nothing ever measures up |
| Em | A | G | D | |
| I g | uess j | ust for a secon | d we thought |
| Em | A | G | D | A | G | |
| That all good th | ings would rise to the | top |
| chorus: |
| Bm | G | D | |
| But how be | autiful it was - 'tomor | row' |
| Bm | G | D | A | |
| We'll neve | r have a day | of sorrow |
| Em | Em/F# | G | A | |
| We go | t through the '30's, | but our belts | were tight |
| We conceived of a future with no hope in sight |
| Em | Em/F# | C | |
| We've got decad | es ahead of | us to get it ri | ght |
| Em | Bb | C | D | G | |
| I | swear - fi | fty ye | ars after the fair |
| (solo) |
| D A Em Em/F# G 2x |
| Em | A | G | D | A | G |
| D | A | Em | Em/F# | G | |
| Fifty years aft | er the fair I | live in t | omor | row town |
| Even on a wing and a prayer The future never came around |
| Em | A | G | D | |
| It hur | ts to even | think of those | days |
| Em | A | G | D | A | G | |
| The damage we do | by the hopes that we | raise |
| (chorus) |
| A Em Em/F# G D (repeat) |
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