“I got guns in my head and they won’t go. Spirits in my head and they won’t go.”
Tonight, while his older brothers were doing the dishes to music, our third grader was thinking hard about lyrics playing by the Strumbellas. He doesn’t know it, but the album is entitled “Hope.”
“This song is about Abraham Lincoln,” he said.
“He wanted to end slavery, but really wanted for everyone to just get along. You know? The guns in his head wouldn’t go. And the spirits of all those soldiers.”
“I’ll be a dreamer ‘til the day I die.”
“And Lincoln,” my husband added, “was a dreamer.”
“Yeah, and the guns wouldn’t go. Get it?”
Not when I was in third grade!