Hindsight
I got carried on the backs of twenty thousand hungry little ants
They took me past the flag of all they took me to the edge of the ocean
Now everyone's got something in there, everyone's got something in their sleeve
But I don't know just kinda though, Oh I don't know just row, row, row

The truth is I don't like to lie, oh no
Let's see how many times I do before I go

And I got carried on the backs of, twenty thousand hungry little men
They carried me past Tripoli where it was warm we ran, ran, ran
Now everyone's got something in there, everyone's got something in their eyes
But we're all green and oh so mean, oh, we're all green on the inside

The truth is I am far behind the times, they tell me
But what's behind if we're ahead, it's happened once, it will happen again
We're friends again