My Parade

My Parade

The radio and the driver’s seat

The view from my window

I’m unaware of all the miles gone by

I used to know the backstreets

What I was getting into

When I set out beneath the great big sky

[chorus] But those clouds up ahead

Ain’t gonna rain on my parade

This dream isn’t dead

It’s still marching in my parade

I’m tangled in the road map

Without a destination

And no way to get out of my own way

I’m caught inside a trap

That is of my own creation

With no plan to escape or get away

[repeat chorus]

[bridge]

I will know – when’s there is nothing left

I will know – when there is nothing left

To hold on to

Oh, to hold on to

Then I’ll let go

The radio’s been static

For the last couple of miles

I can’t get a signal all along the dial

But it might not be that tragic

‘Cos I know I’ll crack a smile

Once I hear your voice coming down the wire

[repeat chorus]

©2017 Davey O Music (ASCAP)