Hindsight Lyrics

Stuck like street lamps

Standing in the rain

The city noises

Drown out the pain

Fixtures, flesh and fiction

Filling the landscape

The fiction that we live

Is our only escape

In hindsight

What if this was your life

Could you forgo your lion's pride

On sidewalks

Lay our thoughts

And prayers that couldn't pay off

Abject on change

Goodwill in absentia

Object to the estranged

Philanthropist's dementia

Clutching pearls

Clenching fists

No verses

No R.I.P.'s

What we don't know

We can't omit

And what we know

We couldn't give a shit

In hindsight

When the ink's all but dried

Will the masses read of truth or lies

What we don't read in the obit

Must have been an omit

In my eyes

On my hands and my knees

Admitting my own self-defeat

On sidewalks

Lay our thoughts

And prayers that couldn't pay off

The war overseas

Outweighs the one at home

The city streets

Have fully overgrown

"But we're all doing our best"

That's what the obit read

When you're dead and gone

No time left to make amends