My Parade Lyrics

Bobby Long My Parade

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