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 Like 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 have 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 see people from my past And they all will be happy to see me We all will remember things the same...