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