My Parade

Wait for time to turn or you calling my name again

Same talk with the same loose friends about calling you

Staying young in my mind, in the windows that reflect the sun

Left on a moving perch, singing out loud

And now you’re far away, and nothing will ease the pain

Now trouble is on my parade

Cold on the bone, from a borrowed dress

And sunday morning’s once more, once less

My words on a page, and they’re ruined in ink

See now you’re far away, and nothing will ease the pain

Now trouble is on my parade

And I still don’t know

And I still don’t know

And I still don’t know

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