- published: 09 Sep 2012
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September 22 is the 265th day of the year (266th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 100 days remaining until the end of the year.
It is frequently the day of the Autumnal Equinox in the Northern Hemisphere and the day of the Vernal Equinox in the Southern Hemisphere.
Year 22 (XXII) was a common year starting on Thursday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Agrippa and Galba (or, less frequently, year 775 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 22 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years.
Long ago they built this fort of stone above the Hudson
To guard against intruders, there were cannons in these walls
But now it's just a park where we can come and bring the children
On a clear sunny morning in the fall
The reason for this fortress was the threat of foreign warships
And though these walls were ready, no gunboats reached our shores
But you kids can climb the tower and look out across the harbor
And imagine being lookouts for the enemy at war
But you never see it coming anymore
Now we're on the frontlines like stepping over landmines
Not beneath our footsteps but never far away
And now the possibility, the presence of the enemy
It could be any city, maybe any peaceful day
It's a clear sunny morning, but it's nothing like before
Cause you never see it coming anymore
It's a different kind of peace, cause it's a different kind of war
And you never see it coming anymore
These kids have learned some history and they know what warfare used to be
Tanks and guns and soldiers that moved across the land
With strategies and battlelines converging at a place in time
And lives were lost for reasons that the world could understand
On the History Channel war can look exactly like before
When you were certain it was over by the ticker tape parade
They could come back home to safety, they could celebrate the victory
And the landmines were all buried 'cross the ocean far away
But a different kind of war has reached our shore
And you never see it coming anymore
Now we're on the frontlines like stepping over landmines
Not beneath this pavement but never far away
And now the possibility, the presence of the enemy
It could be any city, maybe any peaceful day
It's a clear sunny morning, but it's nothing like before
Cause you never see it coming anymore
It's a different kind of peace, cause it's a different kind of war