they all smile

they shake your hand

they want to know your name

y ou sit in your mothers room

look through the window pane





when they know you're not watching

they talk behind your back

they laugh about the lonliness

of your awkward attack





attack them in the fences

attack them in the schoolyard

wipe your sleeve across your head

when the canons fire





someday, many years from here

where no one else can see

you'll dig up the things they buried

and finally set them free

finally, set them free





now free them from the schoolyard

free them from the lunch tray edge

free them from the canons inside your head







i don't know why,

but for some people

an ordinary day

just rises up before them 

and it sweeps the past away





and its a good Life

from now on

when i look back at you

a good life,

look ahead

the sky is almost blue