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