Our Own Parade

Taking some time to evaluate
I'm thinking it over at a slower pace
Changes have a shape that are all their own
The old neighborhood just doesn't feel like home
Toys in the attic fade away

Now the more I see, the more I think the world, is moving so much faster now
Whatever's not picked up, whatever's left behind, may not remain
Keep your hand on the plow
Whatever it is, that they're planting now, it really seems just so insane to me

My friend Miss Milly lives in town
She can't connect the days, or make her way around
I try so hard to reassure
Suggested she stop her talking with, the squirrels
I said they have big agendas

It didn't take, very long, and we were singing a song, we were on our way
Snapping our fingers, clapping our hands we were strutting along
We broke right out, made our own parade
A wonderful time, made me feel sublime, it's as if it was heaven made

Something's stirring in my heart, I'd like to ride downtown, and leave some joy around
Funny thing it seems, there's never too much there, and I have that and more, to spare
No one will think less of me

Wiping tears away, and turning frowns around, I'd love to share some happiness
I climb out of the mess, and as I take a rest, I see the storm pass, breathe relief
Throwing off the chains, I see a new hope spawned, as I wonder I watch the dawn
All that weight, and trouble, left behind
I just want to dance, I just want to breathe, in the sweet aroma



Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Doane
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