They all smilenThey shake your handnThey want to know your namenwhy ou sit in your mothers roomnLook through the window panennWhen they know you're not watchingnThey talk behind your backnThey laugh about the lonlinessnOf your awkward attacknnAttack them in the fencesnAttack them in the schoolyardnWipe your sleeve across your headnWhen the canons firennSomeday, many years from herenWhere no one else can seenYou'll dig up the things they buriednAnd finally set them freenFinally, set them freennNow free them from the schoolyardnFree them from the lunch tray edgenFree them from the canons inside your headnnI don't know why,nBut for some peoplenAn ordinary daynJust rises up before themnAnd it sweeps the past awaynnAnd its a good LifenFrom now onnWhen I look back at younA good life,nLook aheadnThe sky is almost blue