Boeijen Frank
A Summer at the End of the Twentieth Century
Robert Zimmerman
Sometimes on those evenings
After a dark day
I lock myself in
And listen to you
I heard your voice
As a child who couldn't sleep
And had no idea
What you sang about
I drink up then
Now that I hear your voice again
I drink to you
Twenty years later
Twenty years older
And the Kennedys were
assassinated
And Martin Luther King< br/>Every night
The hell of Vietnam
And Johnson was a
murderer
And Nixon and Watergate
And Crosby, Stills,
Nash and Young
And love and peace and
I was so young
Everything was so clear oh
I was so young
It's twenty years later
Twenty years older< br/>Everything turned out differently
than expected
Although the earth
still rotates on its axis
But there is a difference
What's going on
Do you know what it is?
Robert Zimmerman?
Zimmerman where are you now
Sometimes on those evenings
After a dark day
I close myself on
And listen to you
I heard your voice
As a child who couldn't sleep
And had no idea
What you sang about
I drink up you
Now that I hear your voice again
I drink to then
Twenty years later
At the end of the century
At the end of the century

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