|
LEADING THE PARADE
lyrics: J. Morse © 1985
Overaged, underworked
He picks up the phone to call someone
He never knew, so untrue
People followed his every move
Walking behind him, step by step
In perfect time. . . perfect time
Leading the parade
In front of the crowd
Marching, marching up and down the street
But he's still alone, with the face of a clown
Tiny faces with beaming smiles
Looking up for his
Approval, at every move
Asking questions about everything
Why won't they leave him alone
Let him go, let him go his own way
Leading the parade
In front of the crowd
Marching, marching up and down the street
But he's still alone, with the face of a clown
Leading the parade
In front of the crowd
Marching, marching up and down the street
But he's still alone, with the face of a clown
|