Hindsight

Hindsight's giving me too much memory There's too much never seen But it's always there 'cause it's everywhere Taking my own advice worked out for me nice But now I come to find the tricks we play with human brains They don't want to think about the other side Is that grass just greener 'cause it's fake? 'Cause that's all that we've been told since we were five years old Is that all we'll ever know? Hindsight brings me down It keeps me on the ground And though I'm never proud I wouldn't dare if you weren't there The thing with getting up Feelings like giving up Feels like not enough You eat a crumb and waste a loaf They don't want to talk about the other side Where the grass was greener than they said 'Cause this doesn't bring to mind what I'd expect to find They must be colorblind What about Canada? What about Canada? This paradise of pines and ice Morning comes in freight ships while you're sleeping Bad into ideas was no surprise We'll wait 'til the wild has rights, then never lock doors at night And kiss all those wars goodbye