The Sad Parade

Staring out my window A flood of cat and dog Spirits lose their shadow As they circle in the fog

I thought I heard you singing But it was only god just dying laughing

You always tried to silence Every freight train in your head Crucify the living As we resurrect the dead

I thought I heard you dreaming But it was just your voice instead

Take the Last Plane Out Play it all night long Let the sad parade begin On the backstreets of Joytown

If everyone is water We evaporate too soon Rain falls and rivers flow From L.A. to the moon

Hide your umbrella Someone may be reaching out for you Let it rain down on you

Take the Last Plane Out Play it all night long Let the sad parade begin On the backstreets of Joytown

db - words, music, voices, instruments

(dedicated to Kevin Gilbert)

can be heard on the music player at: http://www.myspace.com/dawaynebailey