Letras: The Byrds. Sweetheart Of The Rodeo. One Hundred Years From Now.

One hundred years from this day
Will the people still feel this way?
Still say the things that they're saying right now

Everyone said I'd hurt you
They said that I'd desert you
If I go away, you know I'm gonna get back somehow

Nobody knows what kind of trouble we're in
Nobody seems to think it all might happen again

One hundred years from this time
Would anybody change their minds?
And find out one thing or two about life

But people are always talking
You know they're always talking
Everybody's so wrong that I know it's gonna work out right

Nobody knows what kind of trouble we're in
Nobody seems to think it all might happen again