The Things We Did

© Tom Allen / Stephen Fearing 2016 (Banff, AB)

I’m the man who tells the world
About the things we did
The things we did
The things we did
All the faces we wore
And the ones we kept hid
I’m the man who tells the world
About the things we did

I got this job when I was seventeen
The old man dragged me in
He showed me how a life and times
Is just a black & white picture and five short lines

I took the reins at twenty one
This paper was the old man’s life
He went to get lunch but he never came back
So I printed his picture and I called his wife

I’m the man who tells the world
About the things we did
The things we did
The things we did
All the faces we wore
And the ones we kept hid
I’m the man who tells the world
About the things we did

When the new boss arrived, he was thirty-five
As sharp as the edge of his degree
I should have smelled a rat when the bankers came around
I should have seen the money walking out of this town

They said this place is like a museum
It’s an ode to the ancient and the strange
They laughed at my pencils and my legal pad
One click of the keyboard and the whole world changed

Trudeau was a pirouette
Earhart was a plane
And Martin Luther King became his dream
Maybe we become the love that our children carry with ‘em
Give them the key to your heart if it’s the only thing you give ‘em

Now it’s getting late
And the reaper won’t wait
It’s time for me to set my story down
I’ll put the ugly with the pretty and the bad beside the good
Print it like I wrote ’cause you know that I would

I’m the man who tells the world
About the things we did
The things we did
The things we did
All the faces we wore
And the ones we kept hid
I’m the man who tells the world
About the things we did

All the faces we wore
And the ones we kept hid
I’m the man who tells the world
About the things we did

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