Maybe you'd be happy in Guatemala

You were once on the winning side when good and bad were black and white
And us and them were day and night and all could tell the difference
But the rose of truth has turned to gray and revolution fades away
Into that funny song called human nature
Where's that fine intelligence, don't tell me that it's all been spent
On questions even wise men cannot answer in ten lifetimes
And I don't mean to trivialize the devils plucking at your eyes
But something says you've too much time for thinking

Maybe you'd be happy in Guatemala

Last night I was sitting by my window on the fourth floor
Looking past the open curtains to the living rooms across the street
And I saw a man in a turquoise undershirt, he had a woman's feather boa
Wrapped around his pretty shoulders
And he posed in the mirror Like a rock star on the stage and
I just had to laugh and then I thought about you

Maybe it'd be better to be shot at in the morning when you go down to the river
looking for a drink of water 'cause you'd know that on the other end
Of that goddamn rifle there would be a flesh and blood enemy
Maybe you'd be happy in Guatemala

© 1984 by Robin Russell