My Parade 歌词

Wait for time to turn or you calling my name again Same talk with the same loose friends about calling you Staying young in my mind, in the windows that 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 Cold on the bone, from a borrowed dress And sunday morning’s once more, once less My words on a page, and they’re ruined in ink See now you’re far away, and nothing will ease the pain Now trouble is on my parade And I still don’t know And I still don’t know And I still don’t know What to say