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