Roosevelt's Marching Band

I've stayed another phase come 'round
Samsara bound to
With legs to dream and miles to go
Still haven't found you

I'm sinking on a weighed-down brain
To see what lingers unhealthy every place we drank
And face another day like this
With every minute, every hour draining slowly

'Til you can't take it
But you only have to wait
And they come bac
Roosevelt's marching band

Coming up the street, give them a hand
Bringing it to us gladly where we stand
They play the great ones
'Til it's all gone

I call but eight is way too late
I squeeze my fingers and pray to hear another breath
Cliché of kitchens, driven nails
And I'm the chairman, the table man, the cloth man

And I'll be patient
I'll only have to wait
'Til you come back
Roosevelt's marching band

Coming up the street, give them a hand
Bringing it to us gladly where we stand
They play the great ones
'Til it's all gone

I'm drowning in a loser's cycle week to week
I'm running out of patience and it's lonely since you're gone