This is a song I wrote about 20 years ago; I can't write music; I just sing the tune. This was written years after "Empty Gym" but about the same incident, and it is written from the point of view of an older person to an innocent high schooler who doesn't know how bad things can get:
#1
Chicken wire and crepe paper
wrapped around a hayrack
towed behind a pickup
in the Homecoming parade
in a town as small as this one,
maybe smaller,
but that was so long ago,
my distant past,
my childhood a charade
Chorus: (2x)
I had a dream last night
you turned around and asked me why
I wasn't coming home again --
I couldn't tell you.
#2
Traps set in the corners
of the hallway in the high school
Memories like tigers
crouched and ready there to spring
Always tried my best to be invisible
but that was impossible --
a waste of time,
a waste of everything
Chorus
#3
Tried to tell the people
with their eyes glued to the TV set
to look at something else
outside the color of their hate
I was just a child then,
but I wasn't --
I couldn't be --
you can't go back and change my fate.
Chorus and fade...
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