Between the Wars

A lucky man, I grew up between the wars I stayed young and adored Eleven D, the times came to the door First memory in our shared room Was the city wind and sunlight on the floor Black armbands pinned to little arms Rode on our parent's 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 is over, 1975 The 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