Wrong Century

Last thing I remember

I was standing on a hill

Shaking out my long black hair

I heard the song of an angel

Rising from the trees

I made my way to the source

And it was gone

Now here I am

I don't recognize this village

Where things are made of

Glass and metal

A man is walking toward me

And he's looking pretty strange

He says, "Girl, I think you've

Come to the wrong century"

Now let me get this straight, Man

Not only am I woman

But I'm stuck in this spooky world?

Where everybody moves too fast and

Where are all the trees?

I don't think I can live

In this wrong century

Get me out of here

Show me to my homeland

Get me out of here

I miss my hill

I will not live in fear

Of self-destruct

I am a peaceful man

I don't think I can understand

This

Is this where it stands now?

Must I remain

In this grey and dismal year?

It's plain to see I'm a foreigner

It's clear I do not blend

Still I make a home

In this wrong century

Get me out of here

Show me to my homeland

Get me out of here

I miss my hill

I will not live in fear

Of self-destruct

I am a peaceful man

Gentle man

Get me out of here

Show me to my homeland

Get me out of here

I miss my hill

I will not live in fear

Of self-destruct

I am a peaceful man

Gentle man

I don't think I can understand

This