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