In ’85, Tuesday morning,
 Came alive, I didn’t know ya
Route 66 is gone, and Reagan’s here,
 It won’t be long
 [bad word] 
 Live Aid, too,
 Back to the Future
 Where were you,
 While I spent all my days
 In Catholic school?

In ’89,
The dream begins,
 First in line to California,
 Pete Rose is banned for good,
 The [bad word] to Hollywood, [bad word] leaves Afghanistan,
 Flight 103 ends Pan Am,
 Bush is here
 This is the year
 That I feel most alone
 [bad word] 
 No more
 Countin’ down the hours
 No more
 Wishin’ you were here
 I stopped believin’,
 Although Journey told me ‘don’t’
 Before I call it a day,
 Maybe this’ll be my year
 Maybe this’ll be my year
 Maybe this’ll be my year
 Maybe this’ll be my year

In ’92, a boy is born,
 The skies were blue
 In Ohio Boris Yeltsin chills,
 Freddie dies,but Queen is still,
 Barcelona has the games,
 Lady Di is single again,
 Clinton wins,
 And I still dream
 That I’ll find you someday
 In ’97, a baby girl,
 Adds some heaven to the world,
 Tony Blair tips the scales,
 Elton sings for the Princess of Wales,
Microsoft buys into Mac,
 My dad has a second heart attack,
 And Train leaves San Francisco
 In a thousand-dollar van.
 [bad word] 
 No more
 Countin’ down the hours
 No more
 Wishin’ you were here
 I stopped believin’,
 Although Journey told me ‘DON’T’
 Before I call it a day,
 Maybe this’ll be my year
 Maybe this’ll be my year
 Maybe this’ll be my year
 Maybe this’ll be my year

2001, the towers fell,
 The World is stunned,
 I wish I knew ya
 I was on a plane,
 The world would never be the same
 The artificial heart is born
 Ironic when New York’s is torn out
 Woah-oah-oah-oah
 2004, began in May,
 On tour when I met ya
 Facebook joins the Internet,
Oldsmobile joins the cassette
 I met your family.
 Took a while until you kissed me,
 But when you did,
 I finally felt at home.

[Break]

I stopped believin’
 Although Journey told me ‘DON’T’
 Before I call it a day,
 Maybe this’ll be my year, oh-oh
 Maybe this’ll be my year, oh-oh
 Maybe this’ll be my year, oh-oh
 Maybe this’ll be my year, oh-oh

2012, and all I know
 Is [bad word] and goes
 Everybody sings and cries,
 Makes the grade and takes the prize
 In somethin’, nothin’, I don’t care,
 Because I always know that you’ll be here, with me.