The Great Barrier Reef
Was recently pronounced dead
Its last holy words were not: “Make america great again”

Which way does the wind blow Dylan?
I'm standing in the storm
But I've lost my sense of feeling

Ideas climb out of the bed, and
Promise that they'll fix it
I look at you, you look at me
And we excitedly agree
That one day we're sure gonna change it
Then something comes up and we all fall back asleep

Oh, it's been the longest year of our lives

I close my eyes
And relive every moment
One hundred sleepless nights enough to make
The comedians cry

Which way does the wind blow Dylan?
I'm in the line of fire
But I've lost my sense of feeling

Oh it's been the longest year
It's been the longest year
It's been the longest year of our lives

What kind of dream is this?
What's gonna happen next?
What kind of dream is this?
What's gonna happen, happen next?

Every other day we break another record
How many more till there's nothing left?
Oh, here we go again, into another
Longest year