Three Sides To Every Story
The guy went crackers in the war
Now he sells daffodils down the old grave road
Sings songs about the dead
His daily bread
The kids throw stones
Shout out names
It’s a shame
Who can you blame
One day, the kids were playing in the river
Tommy got into trouble, panic ensued
They ran to him in tears
He ran back with them, diving straight in
Tommy felt the strong arms lift him above the water
His friends pulled him onto the grass
I’ll go back for the rest, he shouted
It was only Tommy
No, there’s always more
He swam out till lost from view
They talked about him for a while
The usual words always came back
He went crackers in the war.
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