Hindsight

A poor man... and a rich man
Which one would you be
Both have the comfort
Of mediocrity

The poor man and the rich man
They sparred constantly
With the devil inside them
Trying to break free

In hindsight, I wonder why
We have no stories left to tell
By moonlight
We'll see them glare at us as well
From hell

Then summer came, oh summer came
And the rains stopped, as the wind fanned the flame
And the lakes dried as the tensions rise
These two men strugglin' on a mountainside

Ninety degrees, storm clouds a'brew
When lightning struck, and split a tree in two
And the men were crushed with falling debris
Can you tell which one was he?

In hindsight, I wonder why
We have no stories left to tell
By moonlight
We'll see them glare at us as well
From hell

The poor man... or the rich man
Which one could it be
Both rest forever
Beneath a flaming tree
Beneath a flaming tree
Beneath a flaming tree
Beneath a flaming tree
Beneath a flaming tree
Beneath a flaming tree
Beneath a flaming tree
Beneath a flaming tree
Beneath a flaming tree



Credits
Writer(s): Charles David Kaupp, Cara Madden
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