Written by Gram Parsons. 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 some how. Nobody knows what kind of trouble we're in. Nobody seems to think it'll 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.