Trying to change my mind about how everything went
When the historian on the radio said
There is nothing in the world more dangerous
Than a defeated army headed home, stay inside, civilian
All I can tell from this old rock is someone is buried here
The joggers are the only ones coming in and they just keep on going
At night I think I have trouble telling
Bats from birds--now I see
Lke cut-up bits of paper
Like little pairs of scissors
They tumble from the bridge
Up and into the dark
Thought up by a mind that must've been
A kind of sinister question mark
Father gets up at 4 a.m
To post a motivational video on Youtube again
"People of the world, nobody loves you
Half as much as I
Half as much as I am trying to"
On the train home I am hoping
That I get to be very old
And when I'm old I'll only see people from my past
And they all will be happy to see me