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
