Bobby Long - My Parade lyrics

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