In the year of '99 assembled here the volunteers
For the Al Gore campaign
Here the bus rode out into the blue and sunny morn
The sweetest sight ever seen.

And the night followed day
And the political analysts say
That the score liberal souls inside
For many a lonely day wheeled down the asphalt road
Ne'er looked back, ne'er feared, ne'er cried.

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
It was written in the sand
That the vote was stole by Bush's hand
In the land that George Washington knew.

In the year of '99 the states were much more blue
But Karl Rove made them red that day
And it was bad news in the post-soviet world so newly born
And Dems' hearts so heavily weighed
For the earth was old and gray, but the economy boomed that day
But my love it could not be
That Bush won those votes and earned the presidential boat
As Al Gore's eyes from your eyes cry to me.

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
All the dead soldiers in the sand cannot be healed by your hand

For 4 more years
Still ahead
Pity me