Between the Wars

A lucky man
I grew up between the wars
I stayed young and adored
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The times came to the door
First memory in our shared room was a city wind
Sunlight on the floor
Black armbands
Pinned to little arms
Rode on our parents' shoulders
At a March for an end to the war in Vietnam
Here by grace
So go we
Every face
Has a key
Has a key
Minute mouse
Courageous cat
On Saturdays
We'd sneak in to borrow our parents' tiny GE black and white
In the spring
It was sweet to be alive
Our sitter snuck us out to a rally in the park
Phil Ochs the war's over in 1975
A spinning wheel
Of history recedes
We picked up the cans and bottles and made our way home
Through the trees
Here by grace
So go we
Every face
Was meant to be
Has a key
See your brain
Feel some change
See your brain
Feel some change
See your brain
Feel some change
See your brain
Feel some change
See your brain
Feel some change
See your brain
Feel some change