Hindsight

Some Feel Like An Ass When They Look Back

Into A Past Of Some Dusty Road , Fool's Sack

Over Their Shoulder , Carrying Their Weight

And Broken Dreams , Yet No Backdating Fate

Soul Caught And Held And Twisted In Your Web ,

Your Subconscious Sea And Your Flow And Your Ebb

And When Your Cat's Cradle Begins To Feel Unstable

What Are You Going To Be Able To Bring To Your Table

What Cards Are You Going To Lay Down To Change Your Game

Are The Hands You Seem To Play Always Going To Be The Same

Are Your Eyes Always Going To Beg For Absolution As A Solution

Then I Am Going To Demand Final Remand And Soul Restitution

Then You May Pass After Paying Me Your Toll To Become Whole

But Don't Ask Me To Console Or Offer You The Role Of Damage Control