My Parade

Bobby Long

Wait for time to turn are you calling my name again same talk with the same loose friends about calling you

 

staying young in my mind in the window that'll 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 my parade my parade my parade my parade

 

cold on the bone from a borrowed dress on a sunday morning once more once less my words on the page and their ruined in ink

 

so now you're far away and nothing will ease the pain now trouble is on

 

my parade my parade my parade my parade

 

and i still don't know and i still don't know and i still don't know

 

what to say what to say what to say