Hindsight

Hindsight’s giving me
Too much memory
There’s too much never seen
But it’s always there because it’s everywhere
Taking my own advice
Worked out for me nice
But now I come to find
The tricks we play with human brains
They don’t want to think about the other side
Is that grass just greener cause it’s fake?
Cause that’s all that we’ve been told since we were five years old
Is that all we’ll ever know?
Hindsight brings me down
It keeps me on the ground
And though I’m never proud
I wouldn’t dare if you weren’t there
Thing with getting up
Feels like giving up
Feels like not enough
You eat a crumb and waste a loaf
They don’t want to talk about the other side
Where the grass was greener than they said
Cause this doesn’t bring to mind what I’d expect to find
They must be colorblind
What about Canada?
This paradise
Of pines and ice
Morning comes in freight ships while you’re sleeping
Bad into ideas was no surprise
We’ll wait 'till the wild has rights, then never lock doors at night
And kiss all those wars goodbye