And on this day our founding fathers wrestled with the wind
I wonder what it would be like to be back then
There are muskets in the windows and there's blood on my skin
There's a splinter in my forearm from way back when
I was sitting in the woods, I stuck to the trees
My gun was loaded, nervous me jumped up to my feet
I could feel him on my back, I spun, shot straight at his teeth
Oh, I wonder what it would be like had he been me
And I never spoke
Of what I wrote
Twenty letters to home
Never sent
But ever since
I could never shake my resentment
Well the war had ended I went home and went for a walk
My eyes would only let me see what I already saw
I had myself a warm ale and a steak almost raw
Oh, I wonder what it would be like had I never gone
And I often smoke
My guilt, I tote
And my mind feels broke
If I could
Then I would
Change what I did back in that wretched wood
credits
from Dream - Single,
released November 14, 2014
Written, recorded, and produced by Johnny Blonde
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